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', sideways
I'ma young boy that's why I act this 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 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 see me stunt for good

New car, new ice, it ain't shit, I can pay price
Niggas ain't like the boss lives
That's what that is and I say that
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, slab or foreign I floss
Drank and dro, got me mode, doin' 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 slow, Slim Thug keep the streets throwed
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 with and Pac

I'ma young boy that's 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 candy car, leanin', sittin'

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

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

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

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

And the bitch get enough, her pussy squirt
Tricks love to see how it
I love the money, she the fame
I gotta leveled head she gotta 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 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', sideways

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

You know the name and the resume, my files is documented
Certified for life down with the mob represented
Don't play them because I got the change
To put it in ya mind and on ya brain, you'll leak coming out the
Die where you standing simple and

I'ma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, I'm overgrown and understood
Slim Thug the boss, C the 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 when you hit ya
It don't come with a textbook

And the and the bread
So fuck a law dog and a fed
I'm from the south and we got the
And you can't get it back I'm dead

Heard what I said and press
Play it so you can get the meaning
Coming down in candy slab
on the grain and you know I'm leanin'

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

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