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 even remember 99% of the dreams they ever even had
As chasers we're the exception

1: Meek Mill] Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed
Quarter mil for the Mulsanne,
All my niggas cash checks
And all y'all look mad stressed
And we even made niggas mad yet
Cause time I grab, I'm a grab jet
I might go Bugatti, a bad bitch beside me
Nigga hotter than Wasabi, get ass wet
Young niggas going hard in the
We ain't ever know to the police
Got birds for the five K
Sounds a bargain to me
niggas getting 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 rock
And now I got a lot of
If a nigga the foreigns, got a car lot
And everybody talkin'
But ain't showing numbers like the call block
And all I do is money
Fuck pretty ass hoes, and car

Meek Mill]
Yeah I'm leanin', leanin'
rich nigga, I'm leanin'
Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad
Looking Nia Long I mean it
Nigga I'm leanin',
Young nigga, I'm leanin'
Sippin' on promethazine that
My got money all season
I'm leanin'

[Verse 2: Scott]
Mmm, leanin' -- damn spilled my semen (straight up)
Had a twenty-twenty my wife
Damn near see my (La Flame!)
furs, hyenas
For the of money, it's a leaner
Vatos losing their nerves, as a bird niggas on the
Let 'em put a cape and did a
H-town niggas spilled Peach Crush on my
Never go far no bitch with no condoms
Unless they can the lease 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, street niggas
Think before crossing me
Meek, these shit can't last that long
Why these motherfuckers keep me
I'm leanin', for a you had me
Then the second I caught it when it me
Oh no (straight up)
Somebody pass me a blunt and a double cup
Motherfucker, motherfucker...

[Outro:
See we started trap, we was rap
And then we was, at rap
on these hoes, high life
This what we now
out the pop
Italian on the nigga
You me
onto a mil nigga
(They say money the world
You can't pay God it)
Step your game up
Or your bitch nigga
It's just simple

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