Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

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

I pull up hop out, I pop out
I got the cops out, 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 something, I 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 don't a stylist
I got my just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the
I call my chopper Ye' he half went to college
I call my desert "Desert Storm "cause we be warrin'
I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be
Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be ballin'
If you talking some millions, we be on it ay

Big rubber bands, I be
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 then I'm bouncin'

I up, get that check 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, know you 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 don't speak for
Chief so got over totin'
I got a HK caliber, Da
I wasn't good in but I knew my numbers
I'm ballin', ring ring, tell your bitch stop

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I 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 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'