Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: David
So Trill
Album: Album

and water..This what it comes down to

1]
I remember when these got killed up in Pearl
Is it the end of the world? men acting like bitches
Bitches like men, and it's all good
As as all these records keep sellin'
Niggaz time cut so these snitches keep
Yall know it right..
And I bending for these hoes
Is this the when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows?
Man these gone astray, and no daddies in the home
So they turn to gun play, or they just gay
Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha
So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' in the street
Dixon? Georgetown in the hills
The subs and the in Hattiesburg so trill
The delta and coast, the queens is I boast
But these kids in the south is what a love the most

Damn, the kids is what a nigga most
Fuck, so trill..

2x]
I grab a pen and pad and try to you how I feel
And scream to the lord it's so (so trill)
It's in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the lord so trill (so trill)

2]
I remember the twin towers fell
Did the boys in the G know, or just tell?
I ain't forgot Gore, and them trick ass ballots
Numbers around in the mix like a salad
Or a in the Bush
Or a brother up in office give a big push
dont try to praise God now
He been watchin the jump, i'ma crunk
Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones yall can me
G, and the world is gon' feel me
Bet you neva thought the would come straight from the middle of Mississippi
So keep pushin'..
We big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission

2x]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I
And scream to the lord so trill (so trill)
It's in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so (so trill)

3]
This for my boys in the pen and my on the county farms
If it's war then I swear i'm gonna raise them
And come and getcha, me a kite...
And I promise I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name
I ain't no or no hoe or no trick
Tryna ride a nigga dick just to a quick hit
I ain't writin' songs for prissy bitches
I make songs for the queens who lost in the hood
Mayne i made some but it's good
And if ya see me you see this shit across my chest
I pray to God, let my spirit do the
I pray to God, let my spirit do the

[Hook until
I grab a pen and pad and try to you how I feel
And scream to the lord it's so (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to a mill'
And to the lord it's so trill (so trill)