Luyện nghe bài hát Bands

[Chorus:
This ain't a Rock, this a money dance
And my ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants
I got of them bands, I'ma make a stripper dance
And I'ma fuck a nigga's bitch he nerdy, she a fan
The molly either white or it's yellow like some
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 talkin' hella reckless so we all these hands
Bands bands bands, all I think about
in a forty, all I think about drama
I'm finna get this money, give it right to my
Playin' with the chicken, you gon' meet all the
Bands bands, all I think about commas
Thirty in a forty, all I think drama
I'm finna get this money, give it to my mama
Playin' the chicken, you gon' meet all the llamas

1: Rob Vicious]
I need money, I need weed, I need
Niggas knockin', a fiend and I'm straight
niggas tellin' stories but they don't be who we think
Talkin' 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' rockin' black
P's gettin' taxed, I I'm back to sellin' crack
Got a for couple racks, then tell a nigga where it's at

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

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

3: Master Kato]
Tell bitch to send them codes right now
I'm tryna get it, tryna get this shit gone now, right now
I been juggin' off these phones how
Nigga how you turn a cool hundred to a light thou, 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 like Freddy if a prob
a nigga, now he spaghetti up in the pot

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