Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

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

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hundred grand large on the watch,
mil for the Mulsanne, flex
All my niggas gon' checks
And all y'all niggas mad stressed
And we ain't even niggas mad yet
Cause next I grab, I'm a grab jet
I might go Bugatti, with a bad bitch me
hotter than Wasabi, get that ass wet
Young niggas going hard in the
We ain't ever know to call the
Got birds for the five K
Sounds a bargain to me
Young niggas money
In the Bent, leather like spalding to me
And I don't know what no line like
Hundred bad bitches gettin' all in 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 talkin' money
But they ain't showing numbers like the block
And all I do is money
Fuck pretty ass hoes, and car

[Hook: Mill]
Yeah I'm leanin', leanin'
Young rich nigga, I'm
on strong, getting gold, bad bitches
Looking like Nia I mean it
Nigga I'm leanin',
rich nigga, I'm leanin'
Sippin' on promethazine that
My got money all season
Nigga I'm

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

[Outro:
See we trap, before we was rap
And then we was, at rap
Shining on these hoes, high
This we live now
out the pop
Italian on the flow
You me
Stepping a mil nigga
(They say rule the world
You pay God with it)
Step game up nigga
Or lose your bitch
It's just simple

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