Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

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

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

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
Lookin' good while I hold the wood on the slab understood
Hit the stash, chunk up the hood, boys gotta see me stunt for

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

I done showed the world how the boss hold, or foreign I floss those
and dro, got me floss 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 the streets throwed
Brains straight 'bout to be blowed 'cause Rico got them rolled
Now ask them 'cause the streets know, the big man got it locked
H-Town man shout that out
Till I'm up in with Pimp and Pac

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

Tony the mack not the myth, the Pimp
I got the gift to a bitch, twenty thousand behind my lips
A thousand on my neck every time that I step out
Bought the red thang from Chamillion, candy paint in the drop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know the and the resume, my G-Code files is documented
Rap-a-Lot for life down with the mob represented
Don't play them games because I got the
To put it in ya and on ya brain, you'll leak coming out the candy
Die where you simple and plain

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

And the power and the
So a law dog and fuck a fed
I'm the south and we got the crown
And you get it back until I'm dead

Heard I said and press rewind
it back so you can get the meaning
Coming in that candy slab
on the grain and you know I'm leanin'

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

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