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 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 up hop out, I don't pop out
I got the out, it's 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 still get down
It's a here, all you see is Glock shells
I dress myself, bitch I don't a stylist
I got my just in case the violence
I think my gay, I pulled him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to
I call my desert eagle "Desert Storm "cause we be
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 bands, I be poppin'
I up this 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'
Call me bag-head
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 that then I'm in to win
I got two forties, them be twenty twins
Don't wanna your bitch, she got a shitty wig
Shot out the thirty, we got twenty-six
Pulled up swagging, you seeing this
Bitch to my crib, you know she eatin' this
She can't have her phone, be leaking shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga, I speak 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, tell your bitch stop callin'

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