Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
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 a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Yeah, look

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella
lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I still ain't 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, this drum, it hold a hunnid,
He took that blick out his pants and top
gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch on his ass

I say murder, we the blow the curb up
I'm talkin' to the where they can't even serve nothin'
I say they all deceased 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 door
Been in that for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes
Straight down with them
Bending with my lit bros
Out at night, get your stole
freight, don't use no stove
Mold the then get it sold
the bitch, he break the code
I talk that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I make my own
We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your
I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas to fuck
That spot you them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't there
I'm the founder of the killings season, month I pay that fair
Nigga I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch

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, 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
gave that boy no pass
I put bitch right on his ass

Do she love me or do she love me
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, fuck pussy nigga
Nigga know them jiggas got dope 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain't go two months without killing me a
Let them niggas that 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 drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit there to back
Y'all paint me like I'm made of
Any case on me refer to shootin'
They can't pinpoint who I
Bring you 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
Every time we see you up
Bitch, you know you gettin' 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, up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick out his pants and top
Ain't gave boy no pass
I put that bitch on his ass

Murder, we gon' the curveball
Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas say nothin'
(Drell On The Track) We gon' pile up, drill 'em all,
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down,