Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

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

I'ma ghetto boy that's 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'

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 slab understood
Hit the stash, up the hood, boys gotta see me stunt for good

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 got shipped to stores
Boys betta keep they lips closed before they get exposed

I done showed the world how the boss hold, slab or I floss those
Drank and dro, got me floss mode, doin' a on the toll road
and Bun, runnin' right behind, pieced 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 '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 I'mma shout out
Till I'm up in heaven Pimp and Pac

I'ma young ghetto boy why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin'
I'ma ghetto boy that's 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, twenty behind my lips
A thousand on my neck every time that I step out
Bought the red thang from Chamillion, paint swangin' in the drop

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

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

And I dropped an album yet
Spend my dirty money, touch the check
If the rap game die, I buy work
And keep a yella bitch that will pull up my skirt

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

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

I'ma young ghetto boy why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin'
I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the car, leanin', sittin' 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 will lift
I got the gift, I got straight God, keep it real, never fraud
From P A T the land of the 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
Don't play them games because I got the
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 not a baby 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 and the flower, hard or soft, get it rock or powder
But know ya shit you hit ya lick
It don't come a textbook [Incomprehensible]

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

Heard what I said and rewind
Play it 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
I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways

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