Luyện nghe bài hát Trillionaire

[Chorus -
I they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't give a
I'm a self trillionaire
I'm a made trillionaire
the underground to the top
I from the bottom
Trill niggas stop
Let 'em harder
Self trillionaire
I'm a self trillionaire

1 - Bun B]
Ok, let's get this crackilatin'
No more
They told me Bun don't hesitate
Don't keep bastards waitin'
I'm puttin' egos and
I'm so
stop this dance
Say damn this fascinatin'
We dro up in the air
You it?
the fragrance
I got the focus, got the
And I got the
You hatin' get off my dick
Look like you want gay shit
I'm tryina' take this to the top

But it's a road
And I'm still movin' up and no movin' us
So keep that pushy get your bra
You be new to me
But you know I new to you
Go ask the boy
They say totally tubula
bad bitches rub my dick against their uvula
Everytime I hit the
It's like a fuckin' bra
You what I do to ya
Say you gave the studio
gon' leave you chopped up
Like they was DJ ya

2 - Bun B]
Ok, let's get shit poppin' off
From the go I'm a boss
I don't wit' lames
And do my nigga wit' out a loss
I keeps it pimpin', flyest hoes come in and out the
When you get fettuccini you gon' need alotta
I gets my Gucci on my baby likes alotta
She goin' shoppin' till she
She knows den gotta
But she not shotgun in the
Oh no I got a
He keep that in the slab and roll wit' out natta
He keeps his eyes wide open, a hata spotta
And they roll up on me wrong, then he's a hata droppa
And he don't mess wit' niggas tryna play the poppa
He keep it gangsta nigga he gon' go and straight a
'Cause I don't roll wit' fake people and I will
I the G-code till I see the steel
Don't me have to draw down wit' that red appeal
Then you gon' that Bun B is foreva trill

3 - Bun B (T-Pain)]
(Ohh, do you swear to it gangsta?)
Gangsta than a mothafucka, trill I D I E
Fuck these suckas
(What's message to them fake thugs?)
They throwin' and hidin' hands
It don't really matta this the South we ridin' man
(How long you been up on that shit?)
Since the day made me
And a baby until the day they neva play me
(Waa, ya hands up)
P.A.T. to yo' town, ain't no need to slow down
Baby boy about to go down