Luyện nghe bài hát Bands

[Chorus:
ain't a Milly Rock, this a money dance
And my dick ain't hard, that's a thirty in my
I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a dance
And I'ma a nigga's bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan
The molly either white or yellow like some sand
If you it, hit my line, know I got it, I'm the man
Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that's what me all these bands
Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we all these hands
Bands bands bands, all I think about
Thirty in a forty, all I think drama
I'm finna get this money, it right to my mama
Playin' the chicken, you gon' meet all the llamas
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
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 stories but they don't be who we think
Talkin' like he ain't a pussy but he lyin' in face
I been bossin' since a rookie, watchin' from the back
Smokin' cookie out the pack and shootin' niggas rockin'
P's gettin' taxed, I I'm back to sellin' crack
Got a lick for couple racks, then tell a where it's at

Ohgeesy]
This ain't a Milly Rock, this a money
And my dick ain't hard, that's a thirty in my
I got thirty of them bands, I'ma a stripper dance
And fuck a nigga's bitch 'cause 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, that's what made me all bands
Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these

2: Fenix]
I sip big juice but you niggas knew that
I'm ridin' with 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 forty bands off the end
What niggas talkin' reckless 'til we spazzing
Poppin' it my nigga, you really 'bout that action

[Verse 3: 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, light
This shit regular baby, I to God (no cap)
No you can't compare us lady, yo this the mob (bitch)
All my niggas like Freddy if it's a prob
a nigga, now he spaghetti up in the pot

[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 stripper
And I'ma fuck a nigga's bitch he nerdy, she a fan
The molly either white or it's yellow some 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 reckless then we layin' all these