Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

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

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

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

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

I done the world how the boss hold, slab or foreign I floss those
Drank and dro, got me floss mode, doin' a 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 keep the streets
Brains straight 'bout to be blowed 'cause Rico got them rolled
Now ask them 'cause the streets know, the big boss man got it
H-Town man I'mma that 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'
young ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the car, leanin', sittin' sideways

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways
young 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 slab and my will lift
I got the gift, I got straight God, keep it real, never fraud
P A T the land of the Trill so when come out I'mma come out hard

You the name and the resume, my G-Code files is documented
Certified Rap-a-Lot for life down the mob represented
Don't play them games 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 baby not a baby gangsta, I'm overgrown and it's understood
Slim 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 rock or
But ya shit when you hit ya lick
It don't come with a [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

what I said and press rewind
Play it so you can get the meaning
down in that candy slab
Grippin' on the grain and you know I'm

I'ma young 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', sittin'

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