Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ with one) Yeah
I'm full of drugs and I'm still 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 a nigga
Huh? Yeah,

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
Then had the 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 done that
I'm with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that straight out his pants and top
Ain't that boy no pass
I put that right on his ass

I say murder, we gon' the the curb up
I'm to the point where they can't even serve nothin'
I say they all deceased whenever we swerve on
You better be on point, we pull up shootin' murk something
One body, two body, body, four
bodies, now we knockin' at your door
Been in that for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes
Straight down them poles
Bending curves with my lit
Out at night, get your stole
Harbor freight, use no stove
Mold the then get it sold
the bitch, he break 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 servin' for me now my baby mamas used to
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
know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on 223s my partner smoking hella dope
lifestyle, I got hella hoes
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 on him 'til we done with that
I'm with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his and top
Ain't gave boy no pass
I put that bitch on his ass

Do she me or do she love 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 fucked up, that pussy nigga
Nigga know them got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was on, who made me?
I ain't go two months killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk shit for Insta
tell you I'm a bloody nigga, lil' bitch
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 only I got, I serve that shit there back to
Y'all paint me I'm made of violence
Any case on me to shootin' back
They pinpoint who I whacked
you bitches out like back to back
Make 'em come and draw the charc, who
I another hat like motherfuck that
I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' touch
Every time we see you up
Bitch, you know you bust at

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on with my partner smoking hella dope
lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the 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
my youngin' 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 blick straight out his pants and top
Ain't gave that boy no
I put that bitch on his ass

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