Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol I cock it, I pop it
I all this shit '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
big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get 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 this Mayweather, it's a damn knock 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 still get knocked
It's a here, all you see is Glock shells
I dress myself, bitch I don't need a
I got my just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay, I him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye' he half went to college
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 bout some millions, we be on it ay

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this fucking pistol then I 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 bag-head
All I get is bags, all I get is
big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money 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
four out the thirty, we got twenty-six
Pulled up swagging, you seeing this
Bitch came to my crib, you she eatin' this
She can't have her phone, hoes be shit
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 ring, your bitch stop callin'

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up fucking 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'
me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is
Smoking big of that funky
I pull up, get that money I'm bouncin'