Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

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I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas a hundred
You kno the story, some lil niggas owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on homies funny
I left them niggas alone cause I felt the was coming
I up to Atlanta, I be rollin down the strip
They be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill then 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 rouge, get that big ragedy we be stackin
We be packing big rougers put you losers 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 fuck it yo showed me the club
We went in and popped bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling where we and it don't matter where we was
Mane I can go ever the fuck I want simply because

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the trill fam, don't 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 shoe
It's a southside from jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my trill fam niggas oh gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all them ones who convicted
Oh they five for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes fuck with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty hoes we fucking the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my be way fatter
And if you with me you hear that ratta tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out bently to phantoms
A a punk a bitch we stamp'em
We on them yeah we grimmy like a mothafucka
Climbing on yeah we grinding like a mothafucka
Drink yo hard 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 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 road, I'm a get you outta here
Fuck 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 to them folks
be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here