Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

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

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

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

New car, new ice, it shit, I can pay that price
Niggas ain't like the boss 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 they lips closed before 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 shine
Ten years, still putting it down representin' for H-Town

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

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
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', 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 from Chamillion, 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 bitch, he's a clone
Smelling Bar 9 cologne, gotta billion dollars out my microphone
crusha, dome busta, promethazine mixed with the tussa

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

And I ain't an album yet
Spend my 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 when the get enough, her pussy squirt
Tricks to see how it works
I love the money, she the fame
I gotta leveled head she piece of the brain grain

I gotta way lover on my cingular
She gotta inch [Incomprehensible] hair
Between her legs, I'm 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', sittin'

It's Bun B, the man and not the myth, on them 4's trunk got the fifth
I push one button on my remote start up my and my trunk will lift
I got the gift, I got straight from God, it real, never fraud
P A T the land of the Trill so when come out I'mma come out hard

You know the name and the resume, my files 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, leak coming out the candy
Die where you standing simple and

I'ma gangsta baby not a gangsta, I'm overgrown and it's understood
Thug the boss, C the Pimp 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 with a [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 get it back until I'm dead

Heard I said and press rewind
Play it so you can get the meaning
Coming down in candy slab
Grippin' on the grain and you 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 why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin'

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