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 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 pull up, get that then I'm bouncin'

I up hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, it's hot out, I got out
I up this Mayweather, it's a damn knock out
I ain't make it in school, Chief So was a out
Something something, I forgot now
I was thinking about the guap 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, I don't need a stylist
I got my just in case the violence
I my chopper gay, I pulled him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to
I call my eagle "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 bout millions, we be on it ay

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I 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 Backwoods of funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm

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

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