Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

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

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
on 223s with 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 with that
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 that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain't gave boy no pass
I put bitch 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 all deceased whenever that we swerve on
You better be on point, we pull up tryna murk something
One body, two body, body, four
Five bodies, now we knockin' at door
Been in 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes
Straight with them poles
curves with my lit bros
Out at night, get life stole
freight, don't use no stove
Mold the shit then get it
Face the bitch, he break the
I talk that Tar & Ferry, that nigga, I could make my own
We call Hard Feddi, on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got servin' for me now my baby mamas used to fuck
That spot you known niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't there
I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that
Nigga know I'm in that car, most I'm tryna see if they here, bitch

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my partner 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 no money, man, I'm done with that
my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his and top
Ain't gave boy no pass
I put bitch right 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 is I'm gon' kill him or he gon' kill me?
But, fuck, I I jinxed myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm fucked up, fuck pussy nigga
Nigga know them got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain't go two without killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk that shit for
God'll you I'm a bloody nigga, lil' bitch
Two books I split between two niggas, and get it
Officer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I verses, you mean crack
'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that there back to back
Y'all me like I'm made of violence
Any case on me refer to back
can't pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you bitches out back to back
'em come and draw the charc, who next?
I want another hat like motherfuck
I ten my twin, you not motherfuckin' touch that
Every time we see you up
Bitch, you you gettin' bust at

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