Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ another one) Yeah
I'm full of drugs and I'm still up, nigga
I'm still in love and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin',
kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah,

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I still ain't chose
Fuck shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my 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 that blick out his pants and top
Ain't gave 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 all deceased whenever that we swerve on
You better be on point, we pull up shootin' murk something
One body, two body, body, four
Five bodies, now we at your door
Been in that 'Raq for a month, these niggas hoes
Straight down with them
curves 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, that nigga, I could make my own
We Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas to fuck
That you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't there
I'm the of the killings season, every month I pay that fair
Nigga know I'm in that car, time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
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
Told my 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 took that blick straight out his and top
Ain't that boy no pass
I put that bitch on his ass

Do she love me or do she me not?
I know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I'm like is I'm gon' kill him or he kill me?
But, fuck, I think I jinxed myself 'cause I ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm fucked up, fuck that pussy
Nigga know them got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was on, who made me?
I ain't go two without killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk shit for Insta
God'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, bitch
Two books I split between two niggas, and get it
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
paint me like I'm made of violence
Any case on me refer to back
can't pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you bitches out like to back
Make 'em come and the charc, who next?
I another hat like motherfuck that
I ten my twin, you better not touch that
Every we see you up that
Bitch, you know you gettin' at

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 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 'til we done with
I'm walkin' a hunnid 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 bitch 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' up, drill 'em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ another one) Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down, yeah