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 love and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin',
I'll kill a nigga if he try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah,

Big in my pocket, okay, let's 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 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 out his pants and top
Ain't gave that boy no
I put bitch right on his ass

I say murder, we gon' the blow the up
I'm talkin' to the point where they can't even nothin'
I say they all deceased whenever that we on
You be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk something
One body, two body, body, four
bodies, now we knockin' at your door
Been in that 'Raq for a month, these niggas hoes
Straight down with poles
Bending with my lit bros
Out at night, get your life
Harbor freight, use no stove
Mold the shit get it sold
the bitch, he break the code
I talk that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could my own
We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, your dome
I got servin' for me now my baby mamas used to fuck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the they ain't there
I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay 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 223s with my partner smoking dope
lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I still ain't never
Fuck that shit, 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 with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that straight out his pants and top
Ain't gave that boy no
I put that bitch on his ass

Do she me or do she love me not?
I don't know, I see, but check me out, XO
I'm like is I'm gon' kill him or he 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 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 months without me a nigga
Let them niggas talk that for Insta
God'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, bitch
Two I split between 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 that shit there back to back
Y'all paint me like I'm of violence
Any on me refer to shootin' back
They can't who I whacked
you bitches out like back to back
Make 'em come and draw the charc, who
I want another hat like that
I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' touch
Every 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
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
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 hold a hunnid,
He that blick straight 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' up, drill 'em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we spray 'em down, yeah