Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

[Intro: DJ
Studies say humans 90% of their dream
Upon the 10 minutes of waking
They say most people don't remember 99% of the dreams they ever even had
As dream chasers we're the

1: Meek Mill] Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed
Quarter mil for the Mulsanne,
All my niggas cash checks
And all y'all niggas look mad
And we ain't even niggas mad yet
next time I grab, I'm a grab jet
I go Bugatti, with a bad bitch beside me
Nigga hotter than Wasabi, get ass wet
Young going hard in the streets
We ain't ever know to the police
Got for the twenty five K
like a bargain to me
Young niggas money
In the Bent, leather looking like to me
And I don't know what no look like
Hundred bad gettin' all in with me
Get 'em all in for
Started, started with a quarter ounce of hard
And now I got a lot of
If a talk the foreigns, got a car lot
And everybody money
But they ain't showing numbers like the block
And all I do is money
Fuck ass hoes, and car shop

[Hook: Mill]
nigga I'm leanin', leanin'
Young rich nigga, I'm
Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad
Looking Nia Long I mean it
I'm leanin', leanin'
Young rich nigga, I'm
on promethazine that nigga
My team got all season
I'm leanin'

[Verse 2: Scott]
Mmm, leanin' -- near spilled my semen (straight up)
Had a twenty-twenty my preacher
Damn near see my (La Flame!)
furs, hyenas
For the of money, it's a leaner
Vatos losing nerves, as a bird niggas on the curbs
Let 'em put a and did a Macarena
H-town niggas spilled Crush on my jeans
Never go far with no bitch no condoms
Unless can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins touch my hoes
Let's go down in Ibiza
We get cold, you need no coat
Motherfucker, I'm
Don't talk to me, street niggas
Think twice crossing me
Meek, these niggas shit last that long
Why motherfuckers keep bothering me
I'm leanin', for a you had me
Then the second I caught it it passed me
Oh no (straight up)
pass me a blunt and a double world cup
Motherfucker, motherfucker...

[Outro:
See we started trap, we was rap
And we was, trappin' at rap
Shining on hoes, high life
This we live now
out the pop
Italian on the flow
You me
onto a mil nigga
(They say rule the world
You can't pay God it)
your game up nigga
Or lose bitch nigga
It's just that

Yeah, we
We out there gettin' money
So you fuck with everybody
Cause ain't at you motherfucking level
So the that don't understand you
wind up motherfucking hating you
So you know you gotta do
You hate those motherfuckers too
Fuck them
Fuck motherfucking mommmas
daddies, they aunts, they uncles
And they tee tees, too
Ayo, suck a
Meek Mill, get it