Luyện nghe bài hát Trillionaire

[Chorus -
I they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I give a damn
I'm a made trillionaire
I'm a self made
the underground to the top
I from the bottom
Trill niggas don't
Let 'em harder
Self made
I'm a self made

1 - Bun B]
Ok, let's get this crackilatin'
No more
They they told me Bun hesitate
Don't keep these bastards
I'm egos and chicken
I'm so
People this dance
Say damn this fascinatin'
We dro up in the air
You it?
That's the
I got the focus, got the
And I got the
You hatin' just get off my
like you want some gay shit
I'm tryina' take this to the top

But it's a rocky
And I'm still movin' up and no movin' us
So keep that pushy get your bra
You be new to me
But you know I new to you
Go ask the boy
say he's totally tubula
Fuckin' bad bitches rub my dick their uvula
I hit the streets
It's like a fuckin' bra
You what I do to ya
Say glad you the studio
They gon' you chopped up
Like was DJ Screwin' ya

2 - Bun B]
Ok, get this shit poppin' off
the go know I'm a boss
I don't fuck lames
And do my dirt wit' out a loss
I keeps it pimpin', flyest hoes in and out the loft
you get fettuccini you gon' need alotta sauce
I gets my Gucci on my likes alotta Prada
She shoppin' till she drops
She knows den gotta
But she not shotgun in the
Oh no I got a
He keep shotgun in the slab and roll wit' out natta
He keeps his eyes wide open, he's a spotta
And when they roll up on me wrong, then a hata droppa
And he don't mess around wit' niggas tryna play the
He keep it gangsta he gon' go and straight a choppa
'Cause I don't roll wit' fake and I neva will
I represents the G-code till I see the
Don't make me have to draw wit' that red appeal
Then you undastand that Bun B is foreva trill

3 - Bun B (T-Pain)]
(Ohh, do you swear to it gangsta?)
Gangsta than a mothafucka, trill I D I E
Fuck otha suckas
(What's your message to fake thugs?)
throwin' rocks and hidin' hands
It don't matta this the dirty South we ridin' man
(How you been up on that trill shit?)
the day they made me
And a baby until the day they neva play me
(Waa, ya hands up)
From P.A.T. to yo' town, ain't no to slow down
Baby boy it's to go down