Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

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I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas dats a
You already kno the story, some lil owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on homies funny
I left niggas alone cause I felt the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be down the strip
They be on e I'm tip, I'll chill then I'll dip
Up to the club, to Manhattan see what's 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 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 where we goin and it don't matter where we was
Mane I can go where ever the fuck I want because

How records you sold, I won't 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
Fuck how many records you sold, I won't you when you drove
So I don't kno how you roll, I ain't 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

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the trill fam, don't forget the youging
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
It's a southside thing from jimmy lou, the 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 fuck with them sadd
Don't like lil bitty hoes we fucking with the bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my be way fatter
And if you fuck with me you hear ratta tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out from bently to
A nigga a punk a bitch we
We on them yeah we grimmy like a mothafucka
Climbing on yeah we grinding like a mothafucka
yo hard 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 don't kno how you roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be to them folks
Y'all be creepin in 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 ain't leaving
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them
be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here