Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

[Intro: DJ
Studies say humans forget 90% of dream
Upon the first 10 of waking
They say most people don't even remember 99% of the they ever even had
As chasers we're the exception

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hundred grand large on the watch,
Quarter mil for the Mulsanne,
All my niggas gon' cash
And all y'all look mad stressed
And we ain't even niggas mad yet
next time I grab, I'm a grab jet
I might go Bugatti, with a bad bitch me
hotter than Wasabi, get that ass wet
Young niggas hard in the streets
We ever know to call the police
Got for the twenty five K
Sounds a bargain to me
niggas getting money
In the Bent, leather looking spalding to me
And I don't know what no line look
Hundred bad bitches gettin' all in me
Get 'em all in for
Started, started with a quarter ounce of hard
And now I got a lot of
If a nigga the foreigns, got a car lot
And everybody money
But they ain't showing numbers like the block
And all I do is count
Fuck pretty ass hoes, and car

[Hook: Meek
Yeah nigga I'm leanin',
Young nigga, I'm leanin'
Puffin' on strong, gold, bad bitches
like Nia Long I mean it
Nigga I'm leanin',
Young nigga, I'm leanin'
Sippin' on that nigga
My team got money all
Nigga I'm

2: Travis Scott]
Mmm, leanin' -- damn near spilled my (straight up)
Had a twenty-twenty my preacher
Damn see my demons (La Flame!)
furs, hyenas
For the of money, it's a leaner
Vatos losing nerves, as a bird niggas on the curbs
Let 'em put a cape and did a
H-town niggas spilled Peach on my jeans
Never go far no bitch with no condoms
they can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins touch my hoes
Let's go down in town
We get cold, you don't need no
Motherfucker, I'm
Don't talk to me, couple street
Think before crossing me
Meek, niggas shit can't last that long
Why these motherfuckers bothering me
I'm leanin', for a you had me
Then the second I caught it it passed me
Oh no (straight up)
Somebody pass me a and a double world cup
Motherfucker, motherfucker...

[Outro:
See we started trap, we was rap
And then we was, at rap
Shining on these hoes, high
This we live now
out the pop
Italian on the nigga
You me
onto a mil nigga
(They say money the world
You pay God with it)
Step game up nigga
Or lose your bitch
just that simple

Yeah, we
We out there this money
So you fuck with everybody
Cause everybody ain't at you level
So the that don't understand you
They wind up hating you
So you know you gotta do
You hate those motherfuckers too
Fuck them
Fuck motherfucking mommmas
They daddies, they aunts, uncles
And little tee tees, too
Ayo, a dick
Mill, let's get it