Luyện nghe bài hát Bands

[Chorus:
This ain't a Milly Rock, a money dance
And my dick ain't hard, a thirty in my pants
I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a dance
And fuck a nigga's bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan
The molly either white or yellow like some sand
If you need it, hit my line, I got it, I'm the man
Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that's what made me all bands
Niggas hella reckless so we layin' all these hands
Bands bands bands, all I think commas
Thirty in a forty, all I about drama
I'm finna get this money, it right to my mama
Playin' with the chicken, you meet all the llamas
Bands bands bands, all I about commas
in a forty, all I think about drama
I'm get this money, give it right to my mama
with the chicken, you gon' meet all the llamas

[Verse 1: Rob
I need money, I need weed, I need
Niggas knockin', ain't a fiend and I'm
These niggas tellin' stories but they don't be who we
like he ain't a pussy but he lyin' in your face
I bossin' since a rookie, watchin' niggas from the back
Smokin' cookie out the pack and shootin' niggas rockin'
P's gettin' taxed, I guess I'm back to crack
Got a lick for racks, then tell a nigga where it's at

Ohgeesy]
This ain't a Milly Rock, a money dance
And my dick ain't hard, a thirty in my pants
I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a stripper
And I'ma fuck a bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan
The molly either white or it's yellow like sand
If you it, hit my line, know I got it, I'm the man
Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that's what made me all these
Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these

[Verse 2:
I sip big juice but you niggas probably that
I'm ridin' 'round two straps, I'm wavy like a durag
My niggas see a lick, we finna hit it, niggas do
I cheated on my bitch, I'm to go and buy a new bag
You almost made it but you didn't, nigga too bad
I'm cashin', counted bands off the back end
What happened? niggas talkin' 'til we spazzing
Poppin' it my nigga, you ain't 'bout that action

[Verse 3: Kato]
Tell that bitch to send codes right now
I'm tryna get it, tryna get this shit gone right now, now
I juggin' off these phones like how
Nigga how you turn a cool to a light thou, light thou
This shit baby, I swear to God (no cap)
No you can't with us lady, yo this the mob (bitch)
All my niggas ready Freddy if it's a prob
Chop a nigga, now he up in the pot

Ohgeesy]
This ain't a Rock, this a money dance
And my dick hard, that's a thirty in my pants
I got of them bands, I'ma make a stripper dance
And I'ma fuck a bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan
The molly either white or it's yellow like sand
If you need it, hit my line, I got it, I'm the man
Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that's made me all these bands
Niggas talkin' hella then we layin' all these hands