Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: David
Song: So
Album: Mississippi:The

Bread and water..This what it comes to

1]
I when these kids got killed up in Pearl
Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting like
Bitches like men, and it's all good
As long as all these records sellin'
Niggaz time cut so these keep tellin'
know it ain't right..
And I ain't bending for these
Is this the part when my God comes back and starts 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 rich broke, swisha sweet
So I sit, in a lac and smoke,stayin' down in the street
Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the
The subs and the in Hattiesburg so trill
The and coast, the queens is what I boast
But these kids in the south is a nigga love the most

Damn, the kids is what a nigga loves
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)
hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And to the lord it's so trill (so trill)

2]
I remember when the towers fell
Did the boys in the G know, or just didn't
I ain't forgot about Gore, and trick ass ballots
tossed around in the mix like a salad
Or a bird in the
Or a brother up in office tryna a big push
Yall try to praise God now
He been watchin from the jump, crunk
Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and yall can kill me
I'ma G, and the world is feel me
Bet you neva thought the truth would come from the middle of Mississippi
So P-Boy 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 it's so trill (so trill)
hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And to the lord it's so trill (so trill)

3]
This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county
If it's war then I swear i'm gonna them arms
And come and getcha, me a kite...
And I that 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 make a hit
I ain't love songs for prissy bitches
I make songs for the who lost sight in the hood
Mayne i made bullshit but it's good
And if ya see me then you see shit across my chest
I pray to God, let my do the rest
I to God, let my spirit do the rest

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