Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: Banner
So Trill
Album: Album

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' men, and it's all good
As long as all these keep sellin'
Niggaz time cut so these snitches tellin'
Yall know it right..
And I ain't bending for hoes
Is this the part when my God comes back and throwin' elbows?
Man children gone astray, and no daddies in the home
So they turn to gun play, or just turn gay
Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha
So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the
Vernon Georgetown in the hills
The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so
The delta and coast, the queens is I boast
But these kids in the is what a nigga love the most

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

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

2]
I remember the twin towers fell
Did the boys in the G know, or just didn't
I forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots
tossed around in the mix like a salad
Or a in the Bush
Or a brother up in office tryna give a big
Yall dont try to God now
He watchin from the jump, i'ma crunk
Quick to pull the pump, skull and bones yall can kill me
I'ma G, and the world is feel me
Bet you neva thought the truth would straight from the middle of Mississippi
So P-Boy pushin'..
We some big ones,life street, man we all on a mission

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

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

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