Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblin

Look at you go, okay, you
Look, go, go, at you go
Okay you bubblin',

1]
Yeah, one in the hand, one in the bag,
Look at the cash, look at the comin' in
Come get your man, this lil buggin' me
Did you see the bag? Quit all jaw-jackery
need to pass me that, I don't want none of it (yeah)
These niggas mad it, had enough of it
Woah, watch you're sayin', how they're poppin' and shakin'
Got me hot as a laser, my posse and iratin'
And we act a for the paper, had a dream and I made it
El Camino on Dayton's, Vintage Guess over
Put the bread on me bitch, bitch, you bet bake it
Piggy flat in a blanket, I just roll out today
I just roll out to Vegas, head back to my old ways
Cop a room full of Asian hoes and do all day
at me, baby, look at me, baby
Don't I look like a million? I'm to clean out the safe
D-don't I look like somebody that just be everything
All that is great but I don't be talkin' I air it out
All the problems have gotten easy to
I'd drown in them Hendrick's, I'd rather kiss on my Mary
I been way longer than I been rich so until it levels out
Imma take mama to the Marriott and wear it out
Took me so long to get it, gonna it out
Let 'em know all about it when I'm dead and

One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the cash (okay you bubblin')
at the cash (look)
(go)
One in the (look)
One in the (go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
at the cash, look at the cash, bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
Look at the (look)

2]
I'ma need all the you can give me
All the hot sauce, all the pie you can me
be all or nothin', don't have me in the middle
You better be all you can, get higher the limit
Simplify for the Dumbos, plenty slides, I shuffle
Hit the cadence with my young bitch, Hayes, Billy Ocean
But the old hoe with the stick
Left my slippers at the function, hard to run in Gucci slides
Chick I you said you didn't have a husband
stud, no cuckold, Jackie Chan, no trouble
Can't kill up with the beat, blood from the cutthroats
No Lord, not me, I can never be the one you stunt for
Money, money, the machine, guns, freak the Ferragamo
R.I.P. to times I was broke, hopped in like the 911 Porsche
Matte black, lookin' clean, prezi's in an envelope
Cookin up kanat, for the antidote, runnin' outta town
Patience thinner her pantyhose

Get over and empty your pockets
I do that
You're my prisoner, you do I tell you to do, get over here
Haha, gonna get nasty about it!
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Frank! it, huh?
the fuck outta this!

One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the cash (okay you bubblin')
at the cash (look)
(go)
One in the (look)
One in the (go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
Look at the (look)