Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

Leanin', leanin', sideways
Leanin', leanin', sittin'
Leanin', leanin', leanin', sideways
Leanin', sittin'
Leanin', leanin', sittin'

I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma young boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin'

Big of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight, run his mouth
Candy blue, what you see me when I pull the Lac up out the house
good while I hold the wood on the slab shit's understood
Hit the stash, chunk up the hood, boys gotta see me for good

New car, new ice, it ain't shit, I can pay price
Niggas ain't living the boss lives
That's what that is and I say that
I tip the 4's and the roads before that album got shipped to stores
Boys betta they lips closed before they punkass get exposed

I done the world how the boss hold, slab or foreign I floss those
Drank and dro, got me mode, doin' a hundred on the toll road
Pimp and Bun, runnin' right behind, pieced up with the grill
Ten years, still it down representin' for that H-Town

Michael Watts got the beats slow, Slim Thug keep the streets
straight 'bout to be blowed 'cause Rico got them sweets rolled
Now ask them 'cause the know, the big boss man got it locked
H-Town man I'mma shout out
Till I'm up in heaven Pimp and Pac

I'ma young ghetto boy why I act this way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma young boy that's why I act this way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

Tony Snow the not the myth, the Pimp
I got the gift to break a bitch, thousand behind my lips
A hundred thousand on my neck every that I step out
the red thang from Chamillion, candy paint swangin' in the drop

I keep the hoes pussy drop wet Lamborghini, fuck the Vet
Top gone let's get it on, I'm the real bitch, he's a
Smelling like Bar 9 cologne, billion dollars out my microphone
crusha, dome busta, promethazine mixed with the tussa

We call it banana split, a pimp hoe I'm legit
Wrecked the bitch, bought the red
I got a Phantom too that's what the fuck I

And I ain't an album yet
Spend my dirty money, touch the check
If the rap game die, I buy some
And a young yella bitch that will pull up my skirt

And the bitch get enough, her pussy squirt
Tricks to see how it works
I the money, she love the fame
I leveled head she gotta piece of the brain grain

I three way lover on my cingular
She gotta four inch hair
her legs, I'm tellin' you
And she pay her and that's what it do

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways

Bun B, the man and not the myth, ridin' on them 4's trunk got the fifth
I push one button on my remote start up my slab and my trunk will
I got the gift, I got straight from God, keep it real, fraud
From P A T the land of the Trill so come out I'mma come out hard

You the name and the resume, my G-Code files is documented
Certified for life down with the mob represented
Don't them games because I got the change
To put it in ya mind and on ya brain, you'll coming out the candy
Die where you standing and plain

gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, I'm overgrown and it's understood
Slim Thug the boss, C the Pimp and I'm Bun the OG to run the
We got the good and the flower, or soft, get it rock or powder
But ya shit when you hit ya lick
It don't with a textbook [Incomprehensible]

And the power and the
So fuck a law dog and a fed
I'm the south and we got the crown
And you can't get it until I'm dead

Heard what I and press rewind
Play it so you can get the meaning
Coming down in that slab
on the grain and you know I'm leanin'

I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways
I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

Leanin', leanin', sideways
Leanin', leanin', sittin'
Leanin', Leanin', leanin', sideways
Leanin', sittin'
Leanin', leanin', sittin'