Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this fucking pistol I cock it, I pop it
I all this shit 'cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it
Call me bag-head
All I get is bags, all I get is
Smoking big of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm

I up hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, it's hot out, I got out
I up forty Mayweather, it's a damn knock out
I ain't it in school, Chief So was a drop out
Something something, I forgot now
I was thinking the guap then put my guap out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can get knocked down
It's a parade here, all you see is shells
I dress myself, bitch I need a stylist
I got my just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay, I him out the closet
I my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to college
I call my desert "Desert Storm "cause we be warrin'
I my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be touring
Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be ballin'
If you talking bout millions, we be on it ay

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up this pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm it
You want I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is
Smoking big Backwoods of funky
I pull up, get that money I'm bouncin'

I pull up, get that then I'm in to win
I got two Glock forties, be twenty twins
wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig
Shot four out the thirty, we got
Pulled up swagging, you seeing this
Bitch came to my crib, you know she this
She can't have her phone, be leaking shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't for shit
Chief so got over llamas
I got a HK caliber, Da
I good in science but I knew my numbers
I'm ballin', ring ring, tell bitch stop callin'

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this fucking then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this 'cause I'm bout it
You want I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me bag-head
All I get is bags, all I get is
Smoking big of that funky
I pull up, get that then I'm bouncin'