Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

[Verse 1:
I qotta automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred
You already kno the story, some lil niggas owe me
I came out here got on, I'm on homies funny
I left them niggas alone cause I the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin the strip
They be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill I'll dip
Up above to the club, to Manhattan see what's
Girl will lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be
Me and boo from rouge, get that big ragedy we be stackin
We be packing them big rougers put you on a platter
Make moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
belly shooting dice and betin thousand on the seven
Seen Kelly in Chicago it yo showed me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, everybody me love
Ain't no telling where we goin and it matter where we was
Mane I can go 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 talking to them
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 roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, be talking to them folks
be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the fam, nigga don't forget the youging
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe look let a run it
I'm a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis shoe
It's a thing from jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my trill fam niggas oh they gon for me (ride for me)
And all them who ain't convicted
Oh they take for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes don't with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty hoes we fucking with the phat
no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way fatter
And if you with me you hear 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 yeah we like a mothafucka
Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a
Drink yo hard I'm a sip my cold cup
You can be from outta town I'm a make you put them up

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