Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

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

I pull up hop out, I pop out
I got the cops out, it's hot out, I got out
I up this forty Mayweather, it's a damn out
I ain't it in school, Chief 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 here, all you see is Glock shells
I dress myself, bitch I need a stylist
I got my pistol in case the violence
I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the
I call my Ye' 'cause he half went to college
I call my desert eagle "Desert "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 some 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 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 that
I up, get that money then I'm bouncin'

I pull up, get that then I'm in to win
I got two Glock forties, them be twins
Don't wanna fuck your bitch, she got a wig
Shot four out the thirty, we got
Pulled up swagging, know you 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 speak 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 bands, I be poppin'
I up this pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit 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 Backwoods of that
I pull up, get that money then I'm