Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

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

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

[Hook: Meek
nigga I'm leanin', leanin'
Young rich nigga, I'm
Puffin' on strong, gold, bad bitches
Looking Nia Long I mean it
Nigga I'm leanin',
Young nigga, I'm leanin'
Sippin' on promethazine nigga
My team got all season
Nigga I'm

2: Travis Scott]
Mmm, leanin' -- near spilled my semen (straight up)
Had a my preacher wife
Damn near see my (La Flame!)
furs, hyenas
For the love of money, a leaner
Vatos losing their nerves, as a niggas on the curbs
Let 'em put a cape and did a
H-town niggas Peach Crush on my jeans
Never go far with no bitch with no
Unless they can cover the on my beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my
Let's go in Ibiza town
We get cold, you don't no coat
Motherfucker, I'm
Don't talk to me, couple street
Think twice before 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)
pass 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 hoes, high life
This what we now
out the pop
Italian on the nigga
You me
Stepping a mil nigga
(They say money rule the
You can't pay God it)
Step your up nigga
Or lose your bitch
It's just that

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