Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

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I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas dats a
You already kno the story, some lil owe me money
I out here got on, I'm on homies acting 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, chill then I'll dip
Up above to the club, to Manhattan see what's
Girl will e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo baton rouge, get that big ragedy we be stackin
We be them big rougers put you losers on a platter
Make moves 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 went in and popped some bottles, everybody 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 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
Fuck how records you sold, I won't 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 creepin in that road, I'm a get you here

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the trill fam, nigga don't forget the
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe 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 fam niggas oh they 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 don't fuck them sadd bitches
Don't lil bitty hoes we fucking with the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I my knot be way fatter
And if you fuck with me you hear ratta tatta tatta
We cut up and and we out from bently to phantoms
A nigga a punk a we stamp'em
We shining on them yeah we 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 records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta
Fuck how many 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 road, I'm a get you outta here