Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: Banner
Song: So
Album: Mississippi:The

Bread and water..This it comes down to

1]
I remember these kids got killed up in Pearl
Is it the end of the world? Grown men like bitches
Bitches like men, and it's all good
As long as all these keep sellin'
time cut so these snitches keep tellin'
Yall know it right..
And I ain't for these hoes
Is this the part when my God comes back and starts throwin'
Man these children astray, and no daddies in the home
So they to gun play, or they just turn gay
Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha
So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' in the street
Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the
The subs and the in Hattiesburg so trill
The delta and coast, the queens is what I
But these kids in the south is a nigga love the most

Damn, the kids is a nigga loves most
Fuck, so trill..

2x]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I
And scream to the lord it's so (so trill)
hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so (so trill)

2]
I when the twin towers fell
Did the boys in the G know, or didn't tell?
I ain't forgot about Gore, and them ass ballots
Numbers tossed around in the mix like a
Or a bird in the
Or a brother up in office tryna a big push
Yall dont try to God now
He watchin from the jump, i'ma crunk
to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones yall can kill me
I'ma G, and the is gon' feel me
Bet you neva thought the truth come straight from the middle of Mississippi
So keep pushin'..
We some big ones,life would street, man we all on a

2x]
I a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
It's in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so (so trill)

3]
This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county
If it's war then I swear i'm gonna raise arms
And come and getcha, me a kite...
And I promise that I'll write ya back or a fat sack in ya name
I ain't no or no hoe or no trick
ride a nigga dick just to make a quick hit
I ain't love songs for prissy bitches
I make songs for the queens who lost in the hood
i made some bullshit but it's good
And if ya see me then you see this shit my chest
I to God, let my spirit do the rest
I pray to God, let my spirit do the

[Hook until
I a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And scream to the lord so trill (so trill)
hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And to the lord it's so trill (so trill)