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

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on 223s my partner 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 he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a 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 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
bodies, now we knockin' at your door
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these hoes
Straight down with them
Bending with my lit bros
Out at night, get your life
freight, don't use no stove
Mold the then get it sold
Face the bitch, he break the
I talk that Tar & Ferry, fuck nigga, I could make my own
We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas used to
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, every month I pay that
Nigga know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if they here,

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
Then had the 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 'til we done with
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 boy no pass
I put that 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 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 them jiggas got inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was eighteen on, who me?
I ain't go two without killing me a nigga
Let them talk that shit for Insta
God'll you I'm a bloody nigga, lil' bitch
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 I'm made of violence
Any case on me to shootin' back
can't pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you bitches out like back to
Make 'em come and the charc, who next?
I want another hat like motherfuck
I ten my twin, you better not touch that
Every we see you up that
Bitch, you know you bust at

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I ain't never chose
Fuck that shit, 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, drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick out his pants and top
Ain't that boy no pass
I put bitch right on his ass

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