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 niggas owe me
I came out here got on, I'm on homies funny
I left them 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, I'll then I'll dip
Up above to the club, to see what's crackin
will lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo baton rouge, get that big ragedy we be stackin
We be packing them big rougers put you losers on a
some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly dice and betin thousand on the seven
Seen Kelly in Chicago fuck it yo me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, everybody me love
Ain't no where we goin and it don't matter where we was
I can go where ever the fuck I want simply because

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the trill fam, nigga forget the youging
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe let a nigga run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm a Jordan tennis shoe
It's a southside thing jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my trill fam niggas oh they gon for me (ride for me)
And all ones who ain't convicted
Oh they five for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes fuck with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil 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 out from bently to phantoms
A nigga a punk a we stamp'em
We shining on them we grimmy like a mothafucka
Climbing on them we grinding like a mothafucka
Drink yo liqour I'm a sip my cold cup
You can be outta town 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 ain't trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you here
Fuck how many you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you here