Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: Banner
Song: So
Album: Mississippi:The

and water..This what it comes down to

1]
I remember when these kids got killed up in
Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting bitches
Bitches actin' like men, and all good
As long as all records keep sellin'
Niggaz time cut so snitches keep tellin'
Yall it ain't right..
And I ain't for these hoes
Is this the part my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows?
Man these children gone astray, and no in the home
So they turn to gun play, or they just gay
Half-bit like rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet
So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the
Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the
The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so
The delta and coast, the queens is I boast
But these kids in the south is what a love the most

Damn, the is what a nigga loves most
Fuck, so trill..

2x]
I grab a pen and pad and try to you how I feel
And scream to the it's so trill (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to a mill'
And to the lord it's so trill (so trill)

2]
I remember when the towers fell
Did the boys in the G know, or didn't tell?
I forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots
Numbers tossed around in the mix like a
Or a bird in the
Or a brother up in office give a big push
Yall try to praise God now
He been watchin from the jump, crunk
Quick to pull the sawed pump, and bones yall can kill me
G, and the world is gon' feel me
Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight from the of Mississippi
So P-Boy pushin'..
We big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission

2x]
I a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And scream to the lord so trill (so trill)
It's in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the lord so trill (so trill)

3]
This for my in the pen and my thugs on the county farms
If it's war then I swear i'm raise them arms
And come and getcha, me a kite...
And I that I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name
I ain't no bitch or no hoe or no
Tryna ride a nigga just to make a quick hit
I writin' love songs for prissy bitches
I make for the queens who lost sight in the hood
Mayne i made some bullshit but it's
And if ya see me then you see shit across my chest
I pray to God, let my spirit do the
I pray to God, let my do the rest

until fade]
I a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And scream to the it's so trill (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so (so trill)