Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

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

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hundred large on the watch, blessed
Quarter mil for the Mulsanne,
All my niggas gon' checks
And all niggas look mad stressed
And we ain't even made mad yet
Cause next I grab, I'm a grab jet
I might go Bugatti, a bad bitch beside me
hotter than Wasabi, get that ass wet
Young going hard in the streets
We ever know to call the police
Got birds for the twenty K
Sounds a bargain to me
niggas getting money
In the Bent, leather looking spalding to me
And I don't know what no look like
bad bitches gettin' all in with me
Get 'em all in for
Started, with a quarter 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 ain't showing numbers like the block
And all I do is count
Fuck ass hoes, and car shop

Meek Mill]
Yeah I'm leanin', leanin'
Young rich nigga, I'm
Puffin' on strong, gold, bad bitches
Looking like Nia Long I it
I'm leanin', leanin'
Young rich nigga, I'm
Sippin' on promethazine nigga
My team got all season
I'm leanin'

[Verse 2: Travis
Mmm, leanin' -- damn near my semen (straight up)
Had a twenty-twenty my preacher
Damn see my demons (La Flame!)
furs, hyenas
For the love of money, a leaner
Vatos losing their nerves, as a bird niggas on the
Let 'em put a cape and did a
H-town spilled Peach Crush on my jeans
Never go far no bitch with no condoms
they can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins touch my hoes
Let's go in Ibiza town
We get cold, you need no coat
Motherfucker, I'm
Don't talk to me, couple street
twice before crossing me
Meek, these niggas shit last that long
Why these motherfuckers bothering me
I'm leanin', for a you had me
Then the I caught it when it passed 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 these hoes, life
what we live now
out the pop
Italian on the flow
You me
Stepping a mil nigga
(They say money the world
You can't pay God it)
Step your game up
Or lose your bitch
It's that simple

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