Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

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

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on with my partner smoking hella 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 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 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 point where they can't even nothin'
I say all deceased whenever that we swerve on
You better be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna 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 with them poles
Bending with my lit bros
Out at night, get your stole
Harbor freight, use no stove
the shit then get it sold
Face the bitch, he the code
I talk that Tar & Ferry, that nigga, I could make my own
We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you it, lose your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas to fuck
That spot you known them 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
know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
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 'til we done that
I'm walkin' 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 bitch right on his ass

Do she love me or do she me not?
I don't know, I gotta see, but me out, XO
I'm like is I'm gon' 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 fucked up, fuck pussy nigga
Nigga know them jiggas got 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 you I'm a bloody nigga, lil' 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 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
They can't pinpoint who I
Bring you bitches out like back to
Make 'em and draw the charc, who next?
I want another hat motherfuck that
I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' touch
Every we see you up that
Bitch, you you gettin' bust at

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
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 stop on him 'til 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 boy no pass
I put that right on his ass

Murder, we throw 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,