Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: David
So Trill
Album: Album

Bread and water..This what it down to

1]
I remember when kids got killed up in Pearl
Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting bitches
Bitches actin' like men, and all good
As long as all these 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 comes and starts throwin' elbows?
Man these children gone astray, and no daddies in the
So they turn to gun play, or they just gay
Half-bit like rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet
So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the
Vernon Dixon? in the hills
The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so
The delta and coast, the queens is I boast
But these kids in the south is what a nigga the most

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

2]
I remember the twin towers fell
Did the boys in the G know, or didn't tell?
I forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots
Numbers tossed around in the mix a salad
Or a bird in the
Or a brother up in tryna give a big push
Yall try to praise God now
He been watchin from the jump, i'ma
Quick to pull the pump, skull and bones yall can kill me
I'ma G, and the world is gon' me
Bet you neva 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 tell you how I
And scream to the lord it's so (so trill)
It's 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 war then I swear i'm gonna raise 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 ain't no bitch or no hoe or no
Tryna ride a 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 made some but it's good
And if ya see me then you see this across my chest
I pray to God, let my spirit do the
I to God, let my spirit do the rest

until fade]
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)