Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

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

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

Big boss of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight, run his
Candy blue, you see me floss when I pull the Lac up out the house
Lookin' good while I hold the wood on the 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 price
Niggas living like the boss lives
That's what is and I say that twice
I tip the 4's and flip the before that album got shipped to stores
Boys betta keep they lips before they 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, right behind, pieced up with the grill shine
Ten years, still putting it representin' for that H-Town

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

I'ma young ghetto boy why I act this way
in the candy car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma young ghetto boy 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 behind my
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, a clone
Smelling like Bar 9 cologne, billion dollars out my microphone
Slab crusha, dome busta, promethazine mixed the tussa

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

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

And when the get enough, her pussy squirt
love to see how it works
I love the money, she the fame
I gotta leveled head she gotta piece of the brain

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

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', sittin'

Bun B, the man and not the myth, ridin' on them 4's trunk got the fifth
I push one button on my remote start up my slab and my trunk will
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 G-Code files is
Certified Rap-a-Lot for down with the mob represented
Don't play them 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 baby gangsta, I'm overgrown and understood
Thug the boss, C the Pimp 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 don't come a textbook [Incomprehensible]

And the and the bread
So fuck a law dog and 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 back so you can get the
Coming in that candy 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'
young ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways

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