Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

[Verse 1:
I fully automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred
You already kno the story, some lil owe me money
I out here got on, I'm on homies acting funny
I left them niggas cause I felt the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin the strip
be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill then I'll dip
Up to the club, to Manhattan see what's crackin
Girl lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from rouge, get that big ragedy we be stackin
We be them big rougers put you losers on a platter
Make some moves up to St. Louis, get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly dice and betin thousand on the seven
Seen Kelly in Chicago it yo showed me the club
We in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling we goin and it don't matter where we was
Mane I can go where ever the fuck I simply because

How many records you sold, I won't with you when you
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
how many records you sold, I won't 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 talking to them
Y'all be in that road, I'm a get you outta here

2: Lil Phat]
I be the fam, nigga don't forget the youging
You kno how I'm coming hoe look let a nigga run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan shoe
It's a southside from jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my trill fam niggas oh gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all ones who ain't convicted
Oh take five for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes fuck with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty hoes we with the phat bitches
no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way fatter
And if you fuck with me you hear that ratta tatta
We cut up and and we show out from to phantoms
A nigga a punk a we stamp'em
We shining on them we grimmy like a mothafucka
Climbing on them yeah we grinding a mothafucka
yo hard liqour 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 ain't trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to folks
Y'all be creepin in road, I'm a get you outta here
Fuck how many you sold, I won't with you when 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
be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here