Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

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

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hundred grand on the watch, blessed
mil for the Mulsanne, flex
All my niggas gon' cash
And all niggas look mad stressed
And we ain't even made mad yet
Cause next time I grab, I'm a jet
I might go Bugatti, with a bad beside me
hotter than Wasabi, get that ass wet
Young niggas hard in the streets
We ain't know to call the police
Got birds for the twenty K
like a bargain to me
Young niggas money
In the Bent, leather like spalding to me
And I don't what no line look like
Hundred bad bitches gettin' all in me
Get 'em all in for
Started, started with a quarter ounce of rock
And now I got a lot of
If a nigga the foreigns, got a car lot
And everybody talkin'
But they ain't showing like the call block
And all I do is count
pretty ass hoes, and car shop

[Hook: Meek
Yeah nigga I'm leanin',
Young nigga, I'm leanin'
on strong, getting gold, bad bitches
Looking like Nia Long I it
I'm leanin', leanin'
Young rich nigga, I'm
Sippin' on that nigga
My team got money all
I'm leanin'

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

[Outro:
See we started trap, we was rap
And we was, trappin' at rap
on these hoes, high life
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 your game up
Or lose bitch nigga
just that simple

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