Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

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

How many records you sold, I won't with you when you
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 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

2: Lil Phat]
I be the trill fam, nigga forget the youging
You kno how I'm coming hoe look let a nigga run it
I'm a monkey 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 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 bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way
And if you with me you hear that ratta tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out from to phantoms
A nigga a punk a bitch we
We shining on them yeah we grimmy a mothafucka
Climbing on them we grinding like a mothafucka
yo hard liqour I'm a sip my cold cup
You can be from outta town I'm a make you put 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
be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here
Fuck 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 to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta