Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

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I qotta fully automatic, dats a hundred
You already kno the story, lil niggas owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on homies acting
I left them niggas alone cause I felt the jack was
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be down the strip
They be on e like I'm tip, I'll then I'll dip
Up to the club, to Manhattan see what's crackin
Girl will lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be
Me and boo from baton rouge, get that big we be stackin
We be packing them big rougers put you losers on a
some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly shooting dice and betin thousand on the
Seen Kelly in Chicago fuck it yo showed me the
We went in and some bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling we goin and it don't matter where we was
Mane I can go where ever the fuck I want because

How many you sold, I won't with you when 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 won't with you when you
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 in that road, I'm a get you outta here

[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 out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis shoe
It's a southside thing from jimmy lou, the illest
I kno my trill fam niggas oh gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all them ones who ain't
Oh they five for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes fuck with them sadd bitches
like lil bitty hoes 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 bently to phantoms
A nigga a a bitch we stamp'em
We shining on them we grimmy like a mothafucka
Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a
Drink yo liqour I'm a sip my cold cup
You can be from town I'm a make you put them fours up

How records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here
Fuck how many records you sold, I won't with you when you
So I kno how you niggas 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