Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

[Verse 1:
I qotta automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred
You already kno the story, lil niggas owe me money
I out here 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 down the
They be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill I'll dip
Up to the club, to Manhattan see what's crackin
Girl will e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from rouge, get that big ragedy we be stackin
We be packing them big put you losers on a platter
Make some moves up to St. Louis, get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly shooting and betin thousand on the seven
Seen Kelly in Chicago fuck it yo me the club
We went in and some bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling we goin and it don't matter where we was
Mane I can go where ever the fuck I want because

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 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 leaving
I kno you hoes, y'all be talking to them 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 kno how I'm coming hoe look let a nigga run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis
a southside 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 convicted
Oh they take five for me (take for me)
We bad bithes don't fuck with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil hoes we fucking with the phat bitches
no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way fatter
And if you fuck with me you hear that tatta tatta
We cut up and and we out from bently to phantoms
A nigga a punk a bitch we
We on them yeah we grimmy like a mothafucka
Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a
yo hard liqour I'm a sip my cold cup
You can be outta town I'm a make you put them fours up

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