Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: Banner
Song: So
Album: Mississippi:The

Bread and water..This what it comes to

1]
I remember when these kids got killed up in
Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting bitches
actin' like men, and it's all good
As as all these records keep sellin'
Niggaz cut so these snitches keep tellin'
Yall know it right..
And I bending for these hoes
Is this the when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows?
Man these children gone astray, and no daddies in the
So they to gun play, or they just turn gay
Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz sweet
So I sit, in a lac and smoke,stayin' down in the street
Vernon Dixon? in the hills
The subs and the in Hattiesburg so trill
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 most
Fuck, so trill..

2x]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I
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)

2]
I remember when the twin towers
Did the in the G know, or just didn't tell?
I forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots
Numbers tossed around in the mix a salad
Or a in the Bush
Or a brother up in office tryna a big push
Yall try to praise God now
He been watchin from the jump, i'ma
Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and yall can kill me
I'ma G, and the is gon' feel me
Bet you neva the truth would come straight from the middle of Mississippi
So P-Boy pushin'..
We big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission

2x]
I a pen and pad and try to tell 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 to the lord it's 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 them arms
And come and getcha, me a kite...
And I promise that I'll write ya back or a fat sack in ya name
I no bitch or no hoe or no trick
ride a nigga dick just to make a quick hit
I writin' love songs for prissy bitches
I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the
Mayne i some bullshit but it's good
And if ya see me then you see this shit across my
I to God, let my spirit do the rest
I to God, let my spirit do the rest

until fade]
I a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
It's in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And to the lord it's so trill (so trill)