Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

Leanin', leanin', sideways
Leanin', leanin', sittin'
Leanin', leanin', leanin', sittin'
Leanin', sittin'
Leanin', leanin', sideways

I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways
young ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways

Big boss of damn nawf, grab the mic straight, run his mouth
Candy blue, what you see me when I pull the Lac up out the house
Lookin' good I hold the wood on the slab shit's understood
Hit the stash, chunk up the hood, boys gotta see me for good

New car, new ice, it shit, I can pay that price
Niggas ain't like the boss lives
That's what that is and I say that
I tip the 4's and flip the before that album got shipped to stores
Boys betta keep lips closed before they punkass get exposed

I done showed the world how the boss hold, or foreign I floss those
Drank and dro, got me floss mode, a hundred on the toll road
Pimp and Bun, runnin' right behind, pieced up the grill shine
Ten years, putting it down representin' for that H-Town

Michael Watts got the beats slow, Slim Thug the streets throwed
Brains straight 'bout to be blowed 'cause Rico got them sweets
Now ask them 'cause the streets know, the big man got it locked
H-Town man shout that out
Till I'm up in with Pimp and Pac

I'ma young boy that's why I act this way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

Tony Snow the not the myth, the Pimp
I got the gift to break a bitch, twenty thousand behind my
A thousand on my neck every time that I step out
Bought the red thang from Chamillion, candy paint in the drop

I keep the hoes pussy drop wet Lamborghini, fuck the Vet
Top gone let's get it on, I'm the real bitch, a clone
Smelling like Bar 9 cologne, gotta dollars out my microphone
Slab crusha, dome busta, mixed with the tussa

We call it banana split, choose a hoe I'm legit
the gray bitch, bought the red
I got a Phantom too what the fuck I said

And I ain't dropped an yet
Spend my dirty money, don't the check
If the rap die, I buy some work
And keep a young yella that will pull up my skirt

And when the bitch get enough, her pussy
love to see how it works
I love the money, she the fame
I gotta head she gotta piece of the brain grain

I gotta three way lover on my
She four inch [Incomprehensible] hair
her legs, I'm tellin' you
And she pay her daddy and that's it do

I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the car, leanin', sittin' sideways

It's Bun B, the man and not the myth, ridin' on them 4's got the fifth
I push one button on my remote start up my and my trunk will lift
I got the gift, I got straight from God, keep it real, never
P A T the land of the Trill so when come out I'mma come out hard

You know the and the resume, my G-Code files is documented
Rap-a-Lot for life down with the mob represented
Don't them games because I got the change
To put it in ya mind and on ya brain, leak coming out the candy
Die you standing simple and plain

I'ma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, I'm overgrown and understood
Thug the boss, C the Pimp and I'm Bun the OG to run the hood
We got the and the flower, hard or soft, get it rock or powder
But know ya when you hit ya lick
It don't with a textbook [Incomprehensible]

And the power and the
So fuck a law dog and a fed
I'm the south and we got the crown
And you can't get it back I'm dead

Heard what I said and press
Play it back so you can get the
down in that candy slab
Grippin' on the grain and you I'm leanin'

I'ma young ghetto boy why I act this way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin'

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Leanin', leanin', sittin'
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