Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

[Verse 1:
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 funny
I left them niggas alone cause I felt the jack was
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin down the
They be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill I'll dip
Up above to the club, to see what's crackin
Girl lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from baton rouge, get that big 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
Watching belly shooting dice and betin thousand on the
Seen Kelly in Chicago it yo showed me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me
Ain't no telling where we and it don't matter where we was
I can go where ever the fuck I want simply because

How records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I 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 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 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

2: Lil Phat]
I be the trill fam, nigga don't 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 a Jordan tennis shoe
It's a southside thing from lou, the illest shoe
I kno my trill fam oh they gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all them ones who ain't
Oh take five for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes don't with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty hoes we with the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my be way fatter
And if you fuck with me you hear that 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 yeah we grimmy a mothafucka
Climbing on them yeah we grinding a mothafucka
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 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 talking to them
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 kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you here