Luyện nghe bài hát Bands

[Chorus:
This 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 make a dance
And I'ma fuck a nigga's '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, what made me all these bands
Niggas talkin' 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 gon' meet all the
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' meet all the

[Verse 1: Rob
I need money, I need weed, I need
Niggas knockin', ain't a fiend and I'm
These niggas tellin' 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 guess I'm to sellin' crack
Got a lick for racks, then tell a nigga where it's at

Ohgeesy]
This ain't a Milly Rock, this a 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 I'ma fuck a nigga's bitch 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 made me all bands
Niggas talkin' reckless so we layin' all these hands

[Verse 2:
I sip big juice but you niggas probably that
I'm ridin' 'round with two straps, I'm like a durag
My niggas see a lick, we hit it, niggas do that
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 happened? niggas talkin' 'til we spazzing
Poppin' it my nigga, you ain't really 'bout that

[Verse 3: Master
Tell that to send them codes right now
I'm get it, tryna get this shit gone right now, right now
I been juggin' off these like how
Nigga how you a cool hundred to a light thou, light thou
This shit baby, I swear to God (no cap)
No you can't compare with us lady, yo 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, that's a 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 like some sand
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' reckless then we layin' all these hands