Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: David
So Trill
Album: Album

Bread and water..This it comes down to

1]
I remember when these kids got killed up in
Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting like
Bitches actin' like men, and all good
As as all these records keep sellin'
Niggaz time cut so these snitches keep
Yall know it right..
And I ain't for these hoes
Is this the part when my God back and starts throwin' elbows?
Man these gone astray, and no daddies in the home
So they to gun play, or they just turn gay
Half-bit like they broke, niggaz swisha sweet
So I sit, in a lac and smoke,stayin' down in the street
Vernon Georgetown in the hills
The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so
The delta and coast, the is what I boast
But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the

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

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

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

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

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

[Hook until
I a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
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 it's so trill (so trill)