Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ another one) Yeah
I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up,
I'm in love and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin', nigga
kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah,

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on 223s with my smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done that
Told my he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid,
He took that blick out his pants and top
gave that boy no pass
I put that right on his ass

I say murder, we the blow the curb up
I'm talkin' to the point where they can't even serve
I say they all deceased whenever that we on
You better be on point, we pull up tryna murk something
One body, two body, body, four
Five bodies, now we at your door
Been in 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes
Straight down with poles
Bending curves with my lit
Out at night, get life stole
Harbor freight, use no stove
the shit then get it sold
Face the bitch, he the code
I talk that Tar & Ferry, that nigga, I could make my own
We Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got servin' for me now my baby mamas used to fuck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason ain't there
I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that
Nigga know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if here, bitch

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I ain't never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it a hunnid, yeah
He that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain't gave that boy no
I put that right on his ass

Do she love me or do she love me
I don't know, I see, but check me out, XO
I'm is I'm gon' kill him or he gon' kill me?
But, fuck, I think I myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm fucked up, fuck that pussy
Nigga them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was eighteen on, who me?
I go two months without killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk shit for Insta
God'll tell you I'm a nigga, lil' bitch
Two books I between two niggas, and get it back
Officer, when you talk 'bout drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit back to back
Y'all paint me I'm made of violence
Any case on me refer to back
They can't who I whacked
Bring you out like back to back
Make 'em come and draw the charc, who
I want hat like motherfuck that
I ten my twin, you better not touch that
Every time we see you up
Bitch, you know you gettin' at

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on 223s my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't never
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we with that
I'm walkin' a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain't gave boy no pass
I put that bitch on his ass

Murder, we gon' throw the
get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can't say nothin'
(Drell On The Track) We gon' pile up, drill 'em all,
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we spray 'em down, yeah