Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

Big rubber bands, I be
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 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 forty Mayweather, a damn knock out
I make it in school, Chief So was a drop out
Something something, I forgot now
I was about the guap then put my guap out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get down
It's a parade here, all you see is Glock
I dress myself, bitch I don't need a
I got my pistol just in case the
I think my gay, I pulled him out the closet
I call my Ye' 'cause he half went to college
I my desert 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 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
Smoking big Backwoods of that
I pull up, get money then I'm bouncin'

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

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