Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

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

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 ain't never
Fuck that shit, up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with 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
Ain't that boy no pass
I put that right on his ass

I say murder, we gon' the blow the up
I'm to the point where they can't even serve nothin'
I say all deceased whenever that we swerve on
You better be on point, we pull up shootin' murk something
One body, two body, three body,
Five bodies, now we knockin' at door
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these hoes
down with them poles
Bending curves my lit bros
Out at night, get life stole
Harbor freight, use no stove
Mold the then get it sold
Face the bitch, he the code
I talk Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could make my own
We Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my baby used to fuck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't
I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that
Nigga know I'm in that car, 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
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I still ain't chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick out his pants and top
gave that boy no pass
I put bitch right on his ass

Do she love me or do she me not?
I know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I'm like is I'm gon' kill him or he kill me?
But, fuck, I think I myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm up and I'm fucked up, fuck that pussy nigga
know them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was eighteen on, who me?
I ain't go two without killing me a nigga
Let them talk that shit for Insta
God'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, lil'
Two books I split two niggas, and get it back
Officer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you crack
'Cause that's the I got, I serve that shit there 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
you bitches out like back to back
Make 'em come and the charc, who next?
I want another hat motherfuck that
I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' touch
Every we see you up that
Bitch, you know you bust at

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

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