Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: David
Song: So
Album: Mississippi:The

Bread and water..This what it comes to

1]
I remember when these got killed up in Pearl
Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting bitches
Bitches actin' like men, and it's all
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 when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows?
Man these gone astray, and no daddies in the home
So they turn to gun play, or just turn gay
like they rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet
So I sit, in a lac and smoke,stayin' down in the street
Vernon Dixon? in the hills
The subs and the in Hattiesburg so trill
The delta and coast, the queens is I boast
But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the

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

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

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

2x]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I
And scream to the lord so trill (so trill)
It's in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And to the lord it's so trill (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 them
And come and getcha, me a kite...
And I promise that I'll write ya or smoke a fat sack in ya name
I ain't no bitch or no hoe or no
Tryna ride a nigga dick just to a quick hit
I ain't writin' songs for prissy bitches
I make songs for the who lost sight in the hood
Mayne i made some but it's good
And if ya see me then you see this shit across my
I to God, let my spirit do the rest
I pray to God, let my do the rest

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