Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

[Verse 1:
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 acting funny
I left them niggas alone cause I felt the jack was
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 e like 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 them big rougers put you losers on a
Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get on the telley
Watching belly shooting dice and thousand on the seven
Seen Kelly in Chicago fuck it yo me the club
We in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling where we goin and it don't matter we was
I can go where 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 to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta
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 niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them
Y'all be creepin in road, I'm a get you outta here

2: Lil Phat]
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 a Jordan tennis shoe
a southside thing from jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my trill fam oh they gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all them who ain't convicted
Oh they five for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes don't fuck with sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty we fucking with the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my be way fatter
And if you fuck with me you that ratta tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out from to phantoms
A a punk a bitch we stamp'em
We on them yeah we grimmy like 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 you put them fours up

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 niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them
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 trill
I kno you niggas hoes, be talking to them folks
Y'all be in that road, I'm a get you outta here