Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

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

young ghetto 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
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways

Big boss of that nawf, grab the mic straight, run his mouth
Candy blue, you see me floss when I pull the Lac up out the house
good while I hold the wood on the slab shit's 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 living like the boss lives
That's what is and I say that twice
I tip the 4's and flip the roads before that album got shipped to
Boys betta keep they closed before they punkass get exposed

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

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

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

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

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, gotta billion out my microphone
Slab crusha, dome busta, promethazine mixed the tussa

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

And I dropped an album yet
Spend my dirty money, don't touch the
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
Tricks to see how it works
I the money, she love the fame
I leveled head she gotta piece of the brain grain

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

I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the 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, ridin' on them 4's trunk got the
I push one on my remote start up my slab and my trunk will lift
I got the gift, I got straight from God, keep it real, never
From P A T the land of the Trill so when out I'mma come out hard

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

gangsta baby 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 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 I said and press rewind
Play it so you can get the meaning
Coming down in that slab
Grippin' on the grain and you I'm leanin'

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

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