Luyện nghe bài hát Trillionaire

[Chorus -
I know they on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a self trillionaire
I'm a made trillionaire
From the 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, get this shit crackilatin'
No more
they told me Bun don't hesitate
Don't these bastards waitin'
I'm puttin' and chicken
I'm so
People this dance
Say damn this niggas
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
Look you want some gay shit
I'm take this to the mountain top

But it's a road
And I'm movin' up and make no movin' us
So keep that get your movie bra
You be new to me
But you know I new to you
Go ask the boy
They say he's totally
bad bitches rub my dick against their uvula
Everytime I hit the
It's like a fuckin' bra
You what I do to ya
Say you gave the studio
gon' leave you chopped up
Like they was DJ ya

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

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