Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: David
So Trill
Album: Mississippi:The

and water..This what it comes down to

1]
I remember when these kids got killed up in
Is it the end of the world? men acting like bitches
Bitches actin' men, and it's all good
As long as all these keep sellin'
Niggaz time cut so these snitches tellin'
Yall know it right..
And I ain't bending for hoes
Is this the part when my God comes back and starts elbows?
Man these children gone astray, and no in the home
So turn to gun play, or they just turn gay
Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha
So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' in the street
Vernon Georgetown in the hills
The subs and the boys in 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 a nigga loves most
Fuck, so trill..

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

2]
I remember when the twin towers
Did the boys in the G know, or just tell?
I ain't forgot about Gore, and trick ass ballots
Numbers tossed around in the mix a salad
Or a bird in the
Or a brother up in office tryna give a big
Yall try to praise God now
He been watchin the jump, i'ma crunk
Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones can kill me
I'ma G, and the world is feel me
Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight from the middle of
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 south when you try to 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 i'm gonna raise them 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 ain't writin' love songs for prissy
I make songs for the queens who sight in the hood
i made some bullshit but it's good
And if ya see me then you see this shit across my
I pray to God, let my spirit do the
I to God, let my spirit do the rest

[Hook until
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 south when you try to a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so (so trill)