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 still in and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin', nigga
kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah,

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on 223s my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
had the baddest of 'em all
And I ain't 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 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 that boy no pass
I put that right on his ass

I say murder, we gon' the the curb up
I'm talkin' to the point where they can't even nothin'
I say they all deceased whenever we swerve on
You be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk something
One body, two body, body, four
Five bodies, now we at your door
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, niggas hoes
Straight down with poles
Bending with my lit bros
Out at night, get your life
Harbor freight, don't use no
Mold the then get it sold
Face the bitch, he break the
I talk Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could make my own
We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my 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, every month I pay fair
Nigga know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if here, bitch

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on 223s with my partner 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 youngin' he better not stop on him 'til we done with 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 that right on his ass

Do she love me or do she love me
I know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I'm like is I'm gon' him or he gon' kill me?
But, fuck, I think I myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm fucked up, fuck pussy nigga
Nigga know jiggas 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 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 there back to back
Y'all paint me like I'm of violence
Any case on me refer to back
can't pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you out like back to back
Make 'em come and the charc, who next?
I want hat like motherfuck that
I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' that
time we see you up that
Bitch, you know you bust at

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella
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 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 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, drill 'em all,
(Goddamn, BJ another one) Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down, yeah