Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

[Verse 1:
I qotta automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred
You already kno the story, lil niggas owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on acting funny
I left them niggas alone cause I felt the 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 Manhattan see crackin
Girl will lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be
Me and boo baton rouge, get that big ragedy we be stackin
We be packing them big rougers put you on a platter
Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get on the telley
Watching belly dice and betin thousand on the seven
Seen Kelly in fuck it yo showed me the club
We in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling where we goin and it don't where we was
I can go where ever the fuck I want simply because

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 hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta
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 hoes, y'all be talking to them 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 look let a 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 niggas oh they gon for me (ride for me)
And all them ones who convicted
Oh they take five for me (take for me)
We fucking bad bithes fuck with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty hoes we fucking the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my be way fatter
And if you fuck with me you hear that tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out from bently to
A nigga a punk a bitch we
We shining on them yeah we grimmy like a
Climbing on them we grinding like a mothafucka
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 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 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