Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

[Verse 1:
I qotta automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred
You kno the story, some lil niggas owe me money
I came out got on, I'm on homies acting funny
I them niggas alone cause I felt the jack was coming
I up to Atlanta, I be rollin 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 lick e I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from baton rouge, get big ragedy we be stackin
We be packing them big rougers put you on a platter
some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly shooting dice and thousand on the seven
Seen Kelly in Chicago fuck it yo me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, showed me love
Ain't no where we goin and it don't matter where we was
Mane I can go where ever the 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 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
Fuck how many records you sold, I won't with you when you
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving
I kno you niggas hoes, be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the trill fam, nigga forget the youging
You kno how I'm coming hoe look let a nigga 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 oh they gon ride 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 sadd bitches
Don't lil bitty hoes we fucking with the phat bitches
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 from bently to
A nigga a a bitch we stamp'em
We shining on them yeah we grimmy a mothafucka
Climbing on them yeah we like a mothafucka
Drink yo liqour 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 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
how many 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 in that road, I'm a get you outta here