Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

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I qotta fully automatic, 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 left them niggas alone cause I felt the 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 what's
Girl lick e like 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 put you losers on a platter
Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get on the telley
Watching belly shooting dice and betin on the seven
Seen Kelly in Chicago it yo showed me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me
Ain't no telling we goin and it don't matter where we was
I can go where 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 hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in road, I'm a get you outta here
Fuck 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

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the trill fam, nigga forget the youging
You don't kno how I'm hoe look 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 convicted
Oh take five for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes don't with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty hoes we with the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I my knot be way fatter
And if you fuck 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 on them 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 from outta town I'm a you put them fours up

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 niggas hoes, y'all be 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 kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta