Luyện nghe bài hát Lean With It

[Verse 1: Mill]

Uh, In the going H.A.M again
Fucking with birds like Cam and them
tell you whats the word when the tan is in
We them niggas on the curb them hammers in
brick, throw it on the triple beam
If it get hectic we gon it like a limousine
Ain't no crutching if I it then its Mr. Clean
I be reppin in your section, me and my nigga
Ghost boy in the ghost
I bread I ain't talking toast nigga
Whole team of killers, im the coach
Presidential on my wrist now take your nigga
of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad that will get it there
If you dont wanna get it we gon send there
If its heavy then O' Melly in the lear
Brick Squad Wack and them
If its gucci like D. Howard I get a block for
I dont it I just leave it up to Tak and them
started, was a drought but we was poppin' then

Lean wit it, wit it
some bak up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pot it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it wit it
I tell
wit it, Rock wit it
Throw bak up in the pot wit it
or we gon pot whip it
When it get right we drop ice and make it lock wit it

[Verse 2: Mill]

I made a million off a mixtape, get your shit straight
Im that raw shit, you sellin that whip weight
Cookin up a whole bird until I make my ache
When I up to the club you should've seen your bitch face
Ugh, 50 cash in my pocket, nigga I got your in my pocket
Im Blowin' Money in my pocket
I said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my
Talkin ass ass ass ass all I get is cash
LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast Jag
The way these bitches waving at me you would've a cab past
No wonder why you hatin' on me wit your mad ass
Rolee on me cost a brick
with me ain't got no pics
These groupie bitches ain't got no
So we make a on them bitches, no script

[Verse 3: Meek

36 treat it a dirty bitch
Cause I hit it then I send it to the strip
me anything, don't call me by my government
Cause when I'm out in the jungle we be selling bricks
Half these niggas in my hood be on some telling
We be on some if u snitchin' your melon shit
If I ain't rockin' with the Smith its shit
Papi bring them on the he know we selling shit
wit it, rock wit it, posted Mac 11 in the lot wit it
750 getting wit a box in it
So when pull us over they dont find them Glocks in it