Luyện nghe bài hát So Trill

Artist: Banner
Song: So
Album: Mississippi:The

Bread and water..This what it comes to

1]
I remember when these kids got killed up in
Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting bitches
actin' like men, and it's all good
As as all these records keep sellin'
Niggaz time cut so snitches keep tellin'
Yall it ain't right..
And I ain't bending for hoes
Is this the when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows?
Man these children gone astray, and no in the home
So they to gun play, or they just turn gay
Half-bit they rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet
So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' in the street
Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the
The and the boys in Hattiesburg so trill
The delta and coast, the is what 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 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 it's so trill (so trill)

2]
I remember when the twin fell
Did the in the G know, or just didn't tell?
I ain't forgot about Gore, and them ass ballots
Numbers tossed in the mix like a salad
Or a in the Bush
Or a up in office tryna give a big push
Yall try to praise God now
He been watchin from the jump, crunk
Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones yall can me
G, and the world is gon' feel me
Bet you neva thought the would come straight from the middle of Mississippi
So keep pushin'..
We some big ones,life 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 it's so trill (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 raise them
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 bitch or no hoe or no
Tryna ride a dick just to make a quick hit
I writin' love songs for prissy bitches
I make songs for the who lost sight in the hood
Mayne i made some but it's good
And if ya see me then you see shit across my chest
I to God, let my spirit do the rest
I pray to God, let my do the rest

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