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

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my partner hella dope
lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I still never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't no money, man, I'm done with that
my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his and top
Ain't gave that boy no
I put that bitch on his ass

I say murder, we the blow the curb up
I'm talkin' to the point where can't even serve nothin'
I say they all deceased that we swerve on
You better be on point, we up shootin' tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body,
Five bodies, now we at your door
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas
down with them poles
Bending curves my lit bros
Out at night, get life stole
Harbor freight, use no stove
Mold the shit get it sold
Face the bitch, he break the
I that Tar & Ferry, fuck 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 mamas used to fuck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason ain't there
I'm the founder of the killings season, every I pay that fair
Nigga know I'm in car, most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
Then had the of 'em all
And I ain't never chose
that 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 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

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' kill him or he gon' me?
But, fuck, I think I jinxed 'cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm fucked up, fuck that pussy
Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up zip a nigga
I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain't go two months without me a nigga
Let them talk that shit for Insta
God'll tell you I'm a nigga, lil' bitch
Two books I between two niggas, and get it back
Officer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I verses, you mean crack
'Cause the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
Y'all paint me like I'm of violence
Any case on me refer to 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 like motherfuck
I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' touch
time we see you up that
Bitch, you know you gettin' at

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
on 223s with 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 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 that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain't gave 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 pile up, drill 'em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ another one) Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down, yeah