Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

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

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the trill fam, don't forget the youging
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe let a nigga run it
I'm like a out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis 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 ones who ain't convicted
Oh they take five for me (take for me)
We bad bithes don't fuck with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty we fucking with the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way
And if you fuck with me you hear that ratta tatta
We cut up and and we out from bently to phantoms
A nigga a punk a bitch we
We shining on them yeah we like a mothafucka
Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a
Drink yo hard liqour I'm a sip my cup
You can be from outta town I'm a you put them fours up

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 to them folks
Y'all be 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 ain't trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to folks
be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here