Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: David
So Trill
Album: Mississippi:The

and water..This what it comes down to

1]
I when these kids got killed up in Pearl
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 cut so these snitches keep tellin'
Yall know it right..
And I bending for these hoes
Is this the part when my God comes back and throwin' elbows?
Man these children gone astray, and no daddies in the
So they to gun play, or they just turn gay
Half-bit like rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet
So I sit, in a lac and smoke,stayin' down in the street
Dixon? Georgetown in the hills
The subs and the boys in so trill
The delta and coast, the queens is I boast
But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the

Damn, the kids is 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 lord so trill (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to stack a
And scream to the it's so trill (so trill)

2]
I remember when the twin fell
Did the boys in the G know, or just tell?
I ain't forgot about Gore, and them ass ballots
Numbers tossed around in the mix like a
Or a bird in the
Or a brother up in office tryna a big push
Yall dont try to God now
He been watchin from the jump, i'ma
Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones can kill me
G, and the world is gon' feel me
Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight 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 it's so (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so (so trill)

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

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