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, lil niggas owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on homies acting
I left them niggas alone I felt the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be down the strip
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 them big rougers put you losers on a platter
some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly shooting dice and betin on the seven
Seen Kelly in fuck it yo showed me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, showed me love
Ain't no telling where we goin and it matter where we was
I can go where ever the fuck I want simply because

How many records you sold, I won't you when you drove
So I kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
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 you when 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
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you here

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the trill fam, nigga don't forget the
You don't kno how I'm hoe look let a nigga run it
I'm a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis shoe
It's a southside 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 five for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes don't fuck with them sadd
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 with me you hear that ratta tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out from bently to
A a punk a bitch we stamp'em
We shining on yeah we grimmy like a mothafucka
Climbing on yeah we grinding like a mothafucka
Drink yo hard I'm a sip my cold cup
You can be outta town I'm a make you put them fours up

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, y'all be talking to them
Y'all be creepin in road, I'm a get you outta here
how many 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, be talking to them folks
be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here