Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
I'm full of drugs and I'm still up, nigga
I'm in love and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin', nigga
I'll kill a nigga if he try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah,

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I still ain't never
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his and top
Ain't gave that boy no
I put bitch right on his ass

I say murder, we the blow the curb up
I'm talkin' to the point where they can't serve nothin'
I say they all whenever that we swerve on
You be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body,
Five bodies, now we knockin' at your
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas
Straight with them poles
Bending curves with my lit
Out at night, get life stole
Harbor freight, don't use no
the shit then get it sold
Face the bitch, he the code
I talk that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I make my own
We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you it, lose your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas to fuck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they there
I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that
Nigga know I'm in that car, most I'm tryna see if they here, bitch

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my partner hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
Then had the of 'em all
And I still never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his and top
Ain't that boy no pass
I put bitch right on his ass

Do she me or do she love me not?
I know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I'm is I'm gon' kill him or he gon' kill me?
But, fuck, I think I myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm fucked up, fuck pussy nigga
Nigga know them jiggas got inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was on, who made me?
I ain't go two without killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk shit for Insta
tell you I'm a bloody nigga, lil' bitch
Two books I split two niggas, and get it back
Officer, when you talk selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
'Cause that's the only I got, I serve shit there back to back
Y'all paint me I'm made of violence
Any case on me to shootin' back
They can't pinpoint who I
Bring you bitches out back to back
'em come and draw the charc, who next?
I another hat like motherfuck that
I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' touch
Every we see you up that
Bitch, you know you bust at

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my partner hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
Then had the of 'em all
And I still ain't never
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done that
I'm walkin' a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick out his pants and top
Ain't gave that boy no
I put that bitch on his ass

Murder, we throw the curveball
Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas say nothin'
(Drell On The Track) We pile up, drill 'em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon' 'em down, yeah