Luyện nghe bài hát The Trillest

Was the good?, Was em bitches bad? Was them fuckin' good?
Did your hood you love?, did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your in the sky
For the trillest, for the
As the champagne boils and the campaigns
And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the

See my momma cry too many
And we broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there ain't too many
And all gotta eat, they got too many kids
To many with no fathers, doing too many bids
Too bids, just gave 'em kids too many years
As soon as you get that money, that's they appear
Some ? as as you share
And yeah, I've losin' touch with my family, it ain't the same
I should've gave my sister some money, but I made it
I should've hit the crib my son and play a game
But instead I up at the jeweler to make a chain
It's saying saying when you make it make you change
four quarters, the fourth quarter, I made a lane
Shit, I had to walk they talkin' 'bout takin' trains
And takin' planes, I put the work in and a name
But the is

Was the money good?, Was them bitches bad? was fuckin' good?
Did hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly?
If friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the
As the champagne and the campaigns roar
And the lights bright every night that plug, for the trillest

I never wanted to be like Mike, I to be like Mitch
Now all the lil' niggas wanna be this
I my chain in any city, let you see my shit
Cause I that, it's on me, I'mma keep that shit
I got blood on my money, ether in my
Do you know the feeling Easter with no clothes?
Now stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the rose
the curtains on the windows, I'm just peepin' at my ghost
Money me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin', young kings skrilla
why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that
drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk and die young
When we get paper, we cop Prezis ?
20 rims for the dope boy
Sellin' that coke boy, on your note boy
Got ? off money, fuck I need a note for!?
In them school hallways like "fuck I a note for!?"
We wanna go to class, was sellin' coke raw
The was coppa too, hit him with a snowball

Was the money good?, Was them bitches was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love?, did the say you fly?
If your say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the
As the boils and the campaigns roar
And the lights shine bright every that plug, for the trillest

Lookin' for intro I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo
Match kicks with my Kenzo, young
of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me though
slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low
Do my thing, they jump back, know how that go
And still say I'm arrogant
I'm still eatin' with the asparagus
When I get that money I married it
1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, it
Since they say I'm underground, I run that like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin' slow like a chariot
up on 'em niggas that got to me, shit, embarrassin'
I'mma real nigga with money, trash it
You a fake niggas with money, no comparison
me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it
And told me I couldn't do when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn't be trap, I trappin' it
Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit is
I'mma just go sit up in this again
Smoke the and laugh at 'em
Make a couple by accident
Couple niggas on Twitter say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter say us laxative
Shitted on 'em Nicky voice, did it on 'em
of 'em Benjamins, semi on 'em a many on a-
Whole level from before now
Tell my niggas I see a hundred mil its going down
When I made my mil, I was like "it's on now"
Then I made my mil, money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I more now?"
I got in my zone and that started pourin' down
Every I hit the booth, microphone torn down
We get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches!