Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

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

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] grand large on the watch, blessed
Quarter mil for the Mulsanne,
All my niggas cash checks
And all y'all niggas mad stressed
And we ain't made niggas mad yet
next time I grab, I'm a grab jet
I might go Bugatti, with a bad bitch me
Nigga hotter than Wasabi, get ass wet
niggas going hard in the streets
We ever know to call the police
Got for the twenty five K
Sounds like a to me
Young getting money
In the Bent, leather looking like to me
And I don't know what no line look
Hundred bad bitches 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 nigga the foreigns, got a car lot
And everybody money
But they ain't showing numbers the call block
And all I do is money
Fuck pretty ass hoes, and car

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

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

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

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