Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

[Verse 1:
I fully automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred
You already kno the story, lil niggas owe me money
I came out got on, I'm on homies acting funny
I left them niggas alone I felt the jack was coming
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 Manhattan see crackin
Girl lick 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 packing big rougers put you losers on a platter
Make some moves up to St. Louis, get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly shooting and betin thousand on the seven
Seen Kelly in fuck it yo showed me the club
We went in and some bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling where we goin and it don't matter 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 don't kno how you niggas roll, I leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to folks
be creepin 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 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

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the trill fam, don't forget the youging
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe look let a run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan shoe
It's a southside thing jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my trill fam niggas oh they gon for me (ride for me)
And all them ones who ain't
Oh they take five for me (take for me)
We fucking bad bithes don't with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty hoes we fucking the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I my knot be way fatter
And if you fuck with me you hear that tatta tatta
We cut up and and we out from bently to phantoms
A nigga a punk a bitch we
We shining on yeah we grimmy like a mothafucka
Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a
Drink yo hard liqour I'm a sip my cup
You can be from outta town I'm a 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 hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be in that road, I'm a get you outta here
Fuck how many records you sold, I won't you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I 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