Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ another 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
I'll kill a nigga if he ever try to a nigga
Yeah, look

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't never
that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took blick straight out his pants and top
gave 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 where they can't even serve nothin'
I say they all deceased whenever that we on
You better be on point, we pull up shootin' murk something
One body, two body, body, four
Five bodies, now we knockin' at your
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these hoes
Straight down them poles
Bending curves with my lit
Out at night, get your life
Harbor freight, use no stove
Mold the shit get it sold
Face the bitch, he break the
I talk that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I make my own
We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my mamas used to fuck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they there
I'm the founder of the killings season, every I pay that fair
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 smoking hella
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
had the baddest of 'em all
And I still never chose
Fuck shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 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 gave that boy no
I put bitch right on his ass

Do she me or do she love me not?
I know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I'm is I'm gon' kill him or he gon' kill me?
But, fuck, I think I jinxed myself I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm up, fuck that pussy nigga
Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was on, who made me?
I go two months without killing me a nigga
Let them niggas that shit for Insta
God'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, lil'
Two books I split between two niggas, and get it
Officer, when you talk 'bout drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
'Cause the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
Y'all paint me like I'm of violence
Any case on me to shootin' back
They can't pinpoint who I
you bitches out like back to back
Make 'em come and the charc, who next?
I another 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 smoking hella dope
lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I still ain't never
Fuck shit, hang 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 walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick out his pants and top
Ain't gave boy no pass
I put bitch right on his ass

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