Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

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

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
blue, what you see me floss when I pull the Lac up out the house
Lookin' good while I hold the on the slab shit's 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 price
ain't 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 lips closed they punkass get exposed

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

Michael Watts got the beats slow, Slim Thug keep the streets
Brains straight 'bout to be 'cause Rico got them sweets rolled
Now ask them 'cause the streets know, the big man got it locked
man I'mma shout that out
Till I'm up in heaven with and Pac

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

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

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

We call it banana split, a pimp hoe I'm legit
Wrecked the bitch, bought the red
I got a too that's what 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 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 the fame
I gotta leveled head she piece of the brain grain

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

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

It's Bun B, the man and not the myth, on them 4's trunk got the fifth
I one button 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 come out come out hard

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

I'ma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, I'm and it's understood
Slim Thug the boss, C the Pimp and I'm Bun the OG to run the
We got the good and the flower, hard or soft, get it rock or
But know ya shit 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 the south and we got the crown
And you can't get it back until I'm

Heard I said and press rewind
it back so you can get the meaning
Coming down in 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 car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways

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