Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

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

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hundred grand on the watch, blessed
Quarter mil for the Mulsanne,
All my niggas gon' cash
And all niggas look mad stressed
And we ain't even niggas mad yet
Cause next I grab, I'm a grab jet
I go Bugatti, with a bad bitch beside me
Nigga hotter than Wasabi, get ass wet
Young niggas going in the streets
We ain't ever know to call the
Got for the twenty five K
like a bargain to me
Young niggas 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 ounce of hard rock
And now I got a lot of
If a nigga the foreigns, got a car lot
And talkin' money
But they showing numbers like the call block
And all I do is count
Fuck ass hoes, and car shop

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

[Verse 2: Scott]
Mmm, leanin' -- near spilled my semen (straight up)
Had a my preacher wife
Damn see my demons (La Flame!)
Loose furs,
For the of money, it's a leaner
Vatos losing their nerves, as a bird on the curbs
Let 'em put a and did a Macarena
H-town niggas spilled Peach on my jeans
Never go far no bitch with no condoms
Unless can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my
go down in Ibiza town
We get cold, you don't no coat
Motherfucker, I'm
Don't talk to me, couple niggas
Think twice before me
Meek, these niggas shit can't that long
Why motherfuckers keep bothering me
I'm leanin', for a you had me
Then the I caught it when it passed 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
Shining on these hoes, high
This we live now
out the pop
Italian on the nigga
You me
Stepping onto a mil
(They say money rule the
You can't pay God it)
your game up nigga
Or lose bitch nigga
It's that simple

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