Luyện nghe bài hát Bookoo Bucks

(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)

Bookoo
Foreign coupe
Do too
too much
I'm too up
I'm a rush
on hush
Wrists so
I'm too up
two sluts
I'm too up
Give two
Up the
Bitch, up?
up
Geeked as
my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking they know me
Never did a damn thing they told me

Taking back to my old days, yeah
this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be caught out by no low
my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been running this shit up with no
Nigga, get in my way and road rage, yeah
Poles that nigga pole face, yeah
Ghost give that ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about hustle
You've got a bag, but this bag, yeah, this is a duffel
She got a ass, but she ain't bad, she gotta be humble

bucks
Foreign coupe
Do too
Shop too
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a
Haters on
Wrists so
I'm too up
With two
I'm too up
two fucks
Up the
Bitch, up?
up
Geeked as
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just I'm Kobe
Niggas steady like they know me
Never did a thing that they told me

I'm in a big
my sock body
Shooters gon 'bout me
Tell me what's location
up, no cases
Penthouse, no
Gucci down, yeah, I'm
Keep sticks, got Glocks a laser
Yeah, go off for my
I keep a weapon, lethal
I'm runnin' up like a cheetah
Cut off your thumb, we don't beef through no
.223 hit him and came out his
Flooded my mouth veneer, looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a
on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather
Go cop a Demon, I it the devil
I keep green on me, talking 'bout like relish

bucks
Foreign rush
Do too
Shock too
I'm too up
I'm feelin a
on hush
so slush
I'm too up
We're too
I'm too up
Give two
Up the
Bitch, up?
up
Geeked as
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm
steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they me

Rock to a 24, talkin Kobe
Nigga talkin out his neck, I even know him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a to show me
on the block, man, lookin' like ooh
Black and diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't Opie
Told her put her little bitty mouth on my
Hey, hey, went and put that watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we in a Bentley
to genies, my top off the 'Ghini
I came from the bottom, she came in
We the top off the op in a minute
Ya'll niggas' songs having no meanings
Do that lil slide, chop it up zucchini
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)

Bookoo
Foreign coupe
Do too
too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a
on hush
Wrists so
I'm too up
two sluts
I'm too up
Give two
Up the
Bitch, up?
up
Geeked as
Shoot my shot, I'm hot like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like know me
Never did a damn thing that they me