Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: David
So Trill
Album: Album

Bread and water..This what it comes to

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

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

2]
I remember when the towers fell
Did the in the G know, or just didn't 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 up in office tryna give a big push
Yall try to praise God now
He been from 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 the middle of Mississippi
So P-Boy pushin'..
We some big ones,life would street, man we all on a

2x]
I a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And scream to the lord 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 raise them
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 queens who lost sight in the
Mayne i made some bullshit but 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 it's so (so trill)
It's hard in the south you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the it's so trill (so trill)