Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

Big rubber bands, I be
I up fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this 'cause I'm bout it
You beef? 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 that
I up, get that money then I'm bouncin'

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

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this pistol then 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
me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is
Smoking big Backwoods of funky
I up, get that money then I'm bouncin'

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

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