Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

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

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

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

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

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

Michael got the beats slow, Slim Thug keep the streets throwed
Brains straight 'bout to be blowed 'cause Rico got them rolled
Now ask them the streets know, the big boss man got it locked
man I'mma shout that out
Till I'm up in heaven with and Pac

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

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

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

We call it banana split, choose a hoe I'm legit
the gray bitch, bought the red
I got a Phantom too what the fuck I said

And I ain't dropped an yet
my dirty money, don't touch the check
If the rap die, I buy some work
And keep a young yella bitch that will pull up my

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

I gotta way lover on my cingular
She gotta four [Incomprehensible] hair
her legs, I'm tellin' you
And she pay her daddy and that's it do

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this 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, never
From P A T the of the Trill so when come out I'mma come out hard

You know the name and the resume, my G-Code files is
Certified Rap-a-Lot for life down the mob represented
play 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 simple and plain

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

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

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

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

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