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

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hundred large on the watch, blessed
Quarter mil for the Mulsanne,
All my niggas gon' checks
And all y'all niggas look mad
And we ain't even made mad yet
next time I grab, I'm a grab jet
I go Bugatti, with a bad bitch beside me
Nigga hotter Wasabi, get that ass wet
Young niggas going in the streets
We ain't ever know to the police
Got birds for the twenty K
Sounds a bargain to me
Young getting money
In the Bent, looking like spalding to me
And I don't know what no line look
Hundred bad bitches gettin' all in me
Get 'em all in for
Started, started with a ounce of hard rock
And now I got a lot of
If a talk the foreigns, got a car lot
And everybody money
But ain't showing numbers like the call block
And all I do is count
pretty ass hoes, and car shop

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

[Verse 2: Scott]
Mmm, leanin' -- damn near my semen (straight up)
Had a twenty-twenty my wife
Damn see my demons (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 and did a Macarena
H-town niggas spilled Crush on my jeans
Never go far with no with no condoms
Unless they can the lease on my beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, don't touch my hoes
go down in Ibiza town
We get cold, you don't need no
Motherfucker, I'm
talk to me, couple street niggas
Think twice before me
Meek, these niggas shit can't last that
Why these 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 and a double world cup
Motherfucker, motherfucker...

[Outro:
See we trap, before we was rap
And we was, trappin' at rap
Shining on these hoes, life
This we live now
out the pop
Italian on the nigga
You me
Stepping onto a mil
(They say money rule the
You pay God with it)
Step your up nigga
Or lose your bitch
just that simple

Yeah, we
We out there this money
So you can't with everybody
Cause ain't at you motherfucking level
So the that don't understand you
They up motherfucking hating you
So you know 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