Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

[Verse 1:
I qotta automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred
You already kno the story, some lil owe me money
I came out got on, I'm on homies acting funny
I left them alone cause I felt the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin the strip
They be on e like I'm tip, chill then I'll dip
Up above to the club, to Manhattan see what's
Girl lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from baton rouge, get that big we be stackin
We be them big rougers put you losers on a platter
Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get on the telley
Watching belly shooting dice and thousand on the seven
Seen Kelly in Chicago it yo showed me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, showed me love
Ain't no telling where we and it don't matter where we was
Mane I can go where ever the fuck I simply because

How many records you sold, I with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't trill
I kno you hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in road, I'm a get you outta here
how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be to them folks
Y'all be in that road, I'm a get you outta here

2: Lil Phat]
I be the trill fam, don't forget the youging
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe look let a run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis
It's a southside thing from jimmy lou, the illest
I kno my fam niggas oh they gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all them ones who convicted
Oh they take five for me (take for me)
We bad bithes don't fuck with them sadd bitches
like lil bitty hoes we fucking with the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my be way fatter
And if you fuck me you hear that ratta tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out from bently to
A a punk a bitch we stamp'em
We shining on them yeah we grimmy a mothafucka
Climbing on them yeah we like a mothafucka
Drink yo liqour I'm a sip my cold cup
You can be from outta town I'm a make you put them up

How many records you sold, I won't with you you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't trill
I kno you hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in road, I'm a get you outta here
Fuck how many records you sold, I with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, be talking to them folks
Y'all be in that road, I'm a get you outta here