Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

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

1: Meek Mill] Hundred grand 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 time I grab, I'm a jet
I might go Bugatti, a bad bitch beside me
Nigga than Wasabi, get that ass wet
Young niggas hard in the streets
We ain't ever know to call the
Got birds for the twenty K
like a bargain to me
Young niggas getting
In the Bent, leather like spalding to me
And I don't what no line look like
Hundred bad bitches all in with me
Get 'em all in for
Started, started 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 numbers like the call block
And all I do is count
Fuck pretty ass hoes, and car

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

[Verse 2: Travis
Mmm, leanin' -- damn spilled 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 bird on the curbs
Let 'em put a cape and did a
niggas spilled Peach Crush on my jeans
Never go far with no bitch no condoms
Unless they can cover the on my beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my
Let's go down in Ibiza
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 keep bothering me
I'm leanin', for a you had me
the second I caught 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 hoes, high life
This we live 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 game up
Or lose your bitch
It's that simple

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