Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

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

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

Meek Mill]
Yeah I'm leanin', leanin'
Young rich nigga, I'm
on strong, getting gold, bad bitches
Looking like Nia I mean it
I'm leanin', leanin'
Young nigga, I'm leanin'
on promethazine that nigga
My got money all season
Nigga I'm

2: Travis Scott]
Mmm, leanin' -- damn near spilled my (straight up)
Had a twenty-twenty my wife
near see my demons (La Flame!)
Loose furs,
For the of money, it's a leaner
losing their nerves, as a bird niggas on the curbs
Let 'em put a and did a Macarena
H-town niggas spilled Peach on my jeans
go far with no bitch with no condoms
Unless can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't 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
twice before crossing me
Meek, these niggas shit can't that long
Why these keep bothering me
I'm leanin', for a you had me
Then the second I caught it when it me
Oh no (straight up)
Somebody me a blunt 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, life
This what we 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 your game up
Or your bitch nigga
It's just simple

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