Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

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

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I still ain't never
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done that
I'm with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his 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 even serve nothin'
I say they all deceased whenever we swerve on
You better be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk
One body, two body, three body,
Five bodies, now we knockin' at your
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, niggas hoes
Straight down with poles
curves with my lit bros
Out at night, get life stole
Harbor freight, don't use no
Mold the shit get it sold
Face the bitch, he the code
I talk that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could my own
We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your
I got niggas for me now my baby mamas used to fuck
That you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't there
I'm the founder of the killings season, month I pay that fair
know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my smoking hella dope
lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I still never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done 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 that boy no pass
I put bitch right on his ass

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

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

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