Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

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

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

Big of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight, run his mouth
Candy blue, you see me floss 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 for good

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

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

Michael Watts got the beats slow, Slim Thug keep the streets
Brains 'bout to be blowed 'cause Rico got them sweets rolled
Now ask 'cause the streets know, the big boss 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 car, leanin', sittin' sideways

Snow the mack not the myth, the Pimp
I got the gift to break a bitch, twenty behind my lips
A hundred thousand on my neck every time that I out
Bought the red thang from Chamillion, candy 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 bitch, he's a clone
Smelling like Bar 9 cologne, billion dollars out my microphone
Slab crusha, dome busta, promethazine with the tussa

We call it split, choose 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 dropped an album yet
Spend my dirty money, touch the check
If the rap game die, I buy some
And keep a young yella bitch that will pull up my

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

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

I'ma young ghetto boy why I act this way
Rollin' in the car, leanin', sittin' sideways
young 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 on my remote start up my slab and my trunk will lift
I got the gift, I got straight God, keep it real, never fraud
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 is documented
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 leak out the candy
Die where you standing and plain

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

And the power and the
So fuck a law dog and a fed
I'm from the south and we got the
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
on the grain and you know I'm leanin'

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

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