Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

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

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on 223s with my smoking 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 talkin' no money, man, I'm done that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that straight out his pants and top
gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch on his ass

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

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
Then had the of 'em all
And I ain't never chose
Fuck shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done that
I'm with a hunnid stacks, this 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 like is I'm 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 that pussy
know them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was eighteen on, who me?
I ain't go two months without killing me a
Let them talk that shit for Insta
God'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, lil'
Two books I between two niggas, and get it back
Officer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean
'Cause the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
paint me like I'm made of violence
Any case on me refer to shootin'
They can't who I whacked
Bring you out like back to back
'em come and draw the charc, who next?
I want another hat motherfuck that
I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' that
Every time we see you up
Bitch, you know you gettin' at

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella
Playboy lifestyle, I got hoes
Then had the of 'em all
And I still ain't chose
Fuck that shit, up the phone, ain't talkin' 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' with a stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that straight out his pants and top
Ain't gave that boy no
I put that bitch on his ass

Murder, we gon' throw the
Gotta get it, boy, them ass niggas can't say nothin'
(Drell On The Track) We gon' up, drill 'em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon' 'em down, yeah