Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

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I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas a hundred
You already kno the story, some lil owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on acting funny
I left niggas alone cause I felt the jack was coming
I up to Atlanta, I be rollin down the strip
They be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill I'll dip
Up above to the club, to Manhattan see crackin
Girl will lick e I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from baton rouge, get that big ragedy we be
We be packing big rougers put you losers on a platter
Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get on the telley
Watching belly dice and betin thousand on the seven
Seen in Chicago fuck it yo showed me the club
We went in and some bottles, everybody showed me love
no telling where 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 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
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 ain't 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

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the trill fam, nigga don't forget the
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe look let a run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis
It's a southside thing from jimmy lou, the shoe
I kno my trill fam niggas oh gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all them who ain't convicted
Oh they five for me (take five for me)
We bad bithes don't fuck with them sadd bitches
like lil bitty hoes we fucking with the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way
And if you fuck me you hear that ratta tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out bently to phantoms
A nigga a punk a bitch we
We shining on them yeah we grimmy like a
Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a
Drink yo hard liqour I'm a sip my cup
You can be from outta 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 them
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 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 in that road, I'm a get you outta here