Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ with 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
I'll a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah,

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

I say murder, we gon' the blow the up
I'm talkin' to the point where can't even serve nothin'
I say all deceased whenever that 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 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes
Straight down with 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 the code
I talk that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could my own
We Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got niggas for me now my baby mamas 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 season, every 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
on 223s with my partner 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 with that
my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain't that 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 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, that pussy nigga
Nigga know them jiggas got inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain't go two months killing me a nigga
Let them talk that shit for Insta
God'll you I'm a bloody nigga, lil' bitch
Two books I between 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 to back
Y'all paint me I'm made of violence
Any case on me to shootin' back
They pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you bitches out like back to
'em come and draw the charc, who next?
I want hat like motherfuck that
I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' that
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 chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, talkin' 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, drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick out his pants and top
Ain't that boy no pass
I put bitch right on his ass

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