Luyện nghe bài hát Bands

[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 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 these
Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these
Bands bands bands, all I about commas
Thirty in a forty, all I think about
I'm finna get this money, give it to my mama
Playin' with the chicken, you gon' all the llamas
Bands bands bands, all I about commas
in a forty, all I think about drama
I'm finna get this money, give it to my mama
Playin' with the chicken, you gon' all the llamas

1: Rob Vicious]
I need money, I weed, I need drank
Niggas knockin', ain't a fiend and I'm
niggas tellin' stories but they don't be who we think
Talkin' like he ain't a pussy but he in your face
I been 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 to sellin' crack
Got a lick for racks, then tell a nigga where it's at

[Chorus:
ain't a Milly Rock, this 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 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, that's what made me all these
Niggas talkin' reckless so we layin' all these hands

2: Fenix]
I sip big juice but you niggas probably knew
I'm ridin' 'round with two straps, I'm wavy like a
My niggas see a lick, we finna hit it, niggas do
I on my bitch, I'm 'bout 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 happened? niggas talkin' reckless we spazzing
Poppin' it my nigga, you ain't really 'bout that

[Verse 3: Master
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 phones like how
how you turn a cool hundred to a light thou, light thou
This regular baby, I swear to God (no cap)
No you can't with us lady, yo this the mob (bitch)
All my ready like Freddy if it's a prob
a nigga, now he spaghetti up in the pot

[Chorus:
ain't a Milly Rock, this a money dance
And my dick hard, that's a thirty in my pants
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 some sand
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' reckless then we layin' all these hands