Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: Banner
Song: So
Mississippi:The Album

Bread and water..This it comes down to

1]
I remember these kids got killed up in Pearl
Is it the end of the world? men acting like bitches
Bitches actin' like men, and all good
As long as all these records sellin'
time cut so these snitches keep tellin'
Yall know it right..
And I bending for these hoes
Is this the part when my God comes and starts throwin' elbows?
Man these children astray, and no daddies in the home
So they turn to gun play, or they just gay
Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz sweet
So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' in the street
Vernon Dixon? in the hills
The and the boys in Hattiesburg so trill
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 nigga loves
Fuck, so trill..

2x]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I
And to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
It's hard in the when you try to stack a mill'
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 didn't tell?
I ain't forgot about Gore, and trick ass ballots
Numbers tossed around in the mix like a
Or a in the Bush
Or a brother up in office give 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 yall can me
I'ma G, and the is gon' feel me
Bet you neva thought the truth would straight from the middle of Mississippi
So keep pushin'..
We big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission

2x]
I a pen and pad and try to tell 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 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 i'm gonna raise them arms
And and getcha, send me a kite...
And I promise that I'll write ya back or a fat sack in ya name
I ain't no bitch or no hoe or no
Tryna ride a nigga just to make a quick hit
I ain't writin' love for prissy bitches
I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the
Mayne i made some bullshit but it's
And if ya see me then you see shit across my chest
I pray to God, let my do the rest
I pray to God, let my do the rest

[Hook until
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I
And to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to stack a
And to the lord it's so trill (so trill)