Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

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

Big in my pocket, okay, let's 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, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we with that
I'm walkin' with a 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

I say murder, we gon' the the curb up
I'm talkin' to the point they can't even serve nothin'
I say all deceased whenever that we swerve on
You be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body,
Five bodies, now we knockin' at door
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these hoes
Straight down them poles
Bending curves my lit bros
Out at night, get your life
Harbor freight, don't use no
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 Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas used to
That you known 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 fair
Nigga know I'm in that car, most time I'm 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 ain't never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't 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 blick out his pants and top
Ain't gave that boy no
I put that right on his ass

Do she me or do she love me not?
I don't know, I gotta see, but me out, XO
I'm like is I'm gon' kill him or he gon' me?
But, fuck, I think I jinxed myself I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm up, fuck that pussy nigga
know them jiggas 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 that shit for
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 selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean
'Cause that's the only I got, I that shit there back to back
Y'all paint me I'm made of violence
Any case on me refer to shootin'
They pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you bitches out back to back
Make 'em come and draw the charc, who
I want another hat like motherfuck
I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' that
time we see you up that
Bitch, you know you gettin' at

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
had the baddest 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 youngin' he 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 out his pants and top
Ain't that boy no pass
I put that right 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) up, we gon' spray 'em down, yeah