Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

[Verse 1:
I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas a hundred
You already kno the story, some lil niggas owe me
I out here got on, I'm on homies acting funny
I left niggas alone cause I felt the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin down the
They be on e like I'm tip, chill then I'll dip
Up above to the club, to Manhattan see what's
will lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from baton rouge, get that big ragedy we be
We be them big rougers put you losers on a platter
some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly shooting dice and betin thousand on the
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 want simply

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

2: Lil Phat]
I be the trill fam, nigga don't the youging
You don't kno how I'm hoe look let a nigga run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan shoe
It's a thing from jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my fam niggas oh they gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all them ones who ain't
Oh they take for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes don't fuck with sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty hoes we fucking with the phat
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 out from bently to phantoms
A a punk a bitch we stamp'em
We shining on yeah we grimmy like a mothafucka
Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a
Drink yo liqour I'm a sip my cold cup
You can be from outta I'm a make you put them fours up

How many you sold, I won't 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
be creepin in that 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, y'all be talking to folks
be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here