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 99% of the dreams they ever even had
As dream chasers the exception

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] grand large on the watch, blessed
mil for the Mulsanne, flex
All my niggas cash checks
And all y'all niggas mad stressed
And we ain't made niggas mad yet
Cause next time I grab, I'm a jet
I might go Bugatti, with a bad bitch me
hotter than Wasabi, get that ass wet
Young niggas hard in the streets
We ain't ever to call the police
Got birds for the five K
like a bargain to me
Young getting money
In the Bent, leather like 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 with a ounce of hard rock
And now I got a lot of
If a nigga the foreigns, got a car lot
And everybody money
But ain't showing numbers like the call block
And all I do is count
Fuck pretty ass hoes, and car

Meek Mill]
Yeah nigga I'm leanin',
rich nigga, I'm leanin'
Puffin' on strong, gold, bad bitches
Looking Nia Long I mean it
Nigga I'm leanin',
Young nigga, I'm leanin'
Sippin' on promethazine nigga
My team got money all
I'm leanin'

[Verse 2: Travis
Mmm, -- damn near spilled my semen (straight up)
Had a my preacher wife
near see my demons (La Flame!)
Loose furs,
For the love of money, it's a
Vatos losing their nerves, as a niggas on the curbs
Let 'em put a cape and did a
H-town spilled Peach Crush on my jeans
Never go far with no bitch no condoms
Unless they can the lease on my beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't my hoes
Let's go down in Ibiza
We get cold, you don't no coat
Motherfucker, I'm
Don't talk to me, couple street
Think twice crossing me
Meek, these niggas shit can't last that
Why these motherfuckers bothering me
I'm leanin', for a you had me
Then the second I caught it when it me
Oh no (straight up)
pass me a blunt and a double world cup
Motherfucker, motherfucker...

[Outro:
See we started trap, we was rap
And we was, trappin' at rap
on these hoes, high life
This we live now
out the pop
Italian on the nigga
You me
Stepping onto a mil
(They say money rule the
You can't pay God it)
Step game up nigga
Or lose your nigga
It's just that

Yeah, we
We out there gettin' this
So you can't fuck everybody
Cause everybody ain't at you level
So the motherfuckers that don't you
They wind up hating you
So you know what you do
You hate those motherfuckers too
Fuck niggas
Fuck they mommmas
They daddies, aunts, they uncles
And they tee tees, too
Ayo, suck a
Mill, let's get it