Luyện nghe bài hát Bands

[Chorus:
This ain't a Milly Rock, this a money
And my dick ain't hard, a thirty in my pants
I got thirty of them bands, I'ma a stripper dance
And I'ma fuck a bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan
The either 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
talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these hands
Bands bands bands, all I think about
Thirty in a forty, all I think drama
I'm finna get money, give it right to my mama
Playin' with the chicken, you gon' all the llamas
Bands bands bands, all I think about
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 need weed, I need
knockin', ain't a fiend and I'm straight
These niggas tellin' stories but don't be who we think
Talkin' like he ain't a pussy but he lyin' in face
I been bossin' a rookie, watchin' niggas from the back
Smokin' cookie out the pack and shootin' niggas black
P's gettin' taxed, I guess I'm back to crack
Got a lick for couple racks, then a nigga where it's at

Ohgeesy]
This a Milly Rock, this a money dance
And my dick ain't hard, a thirty in my pants
I got thirty of bands, I'ma make a stripper dance
And I'ma a nigga's bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan
The molly either white or it's 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 talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all hands

2: Fenix]
I sip big juice but you probably knew 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 niggas almost made it but you didn't, too bad
I'm cashin', counted bands off the back end
happened? niggas talkin' reckless 'til we spazzing
Poppin' it my nigga, you ain't really 'bout that

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

[Chorus:
This ain't a 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 I'ma a nigga's 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 reckless then we layin' all hands