Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this pistol 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
big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get money then I'm bouncin'

I up hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, hot out, I got Glocks out
I up this forty Mayweather, it's a 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 get knocked down
It's a parade here, all you see is shells
I dress myself, bitch I don't a stylist
I got my pistol just in 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 eagle "Desert "cause we be warrin'
I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be
Like Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be
If you bout some millions, we be on it ay

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

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

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 I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is
big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get money then I'm bouncin'