Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblin

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

1]
Yeah, one in the hand, one in the bag,
Look at the cash, look at the cash in
Come get man, this lil nigga buggin' me
Did you see the bag? Quit all that
Don't need to pass me that, I don't want of it (yeah)
These mad about 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 fool for the paper, had a and I made it
El on Dayton's, Vintage Guess over Bape
Put the bread on me bitch, bitch, you bet bake it
Piggy flat in a blanket, I just roll out today
I might just out to Vegas, head back to my old ways
Cop a room of Asian hoes and do blow all day
at me, baby, look at me, baby
Don't I look like a million? I'm 'bout to 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 have gotten easy to bury
I'd drown in them Hendrick's, I'd rather kiss on my Mary
I been broker way longer than I been so until it levels out
Imma take your mama to the Marriott and it out
Took me so long to get it, spread it out
Let 'em all about it when I'm dead and gone

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 bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
Look at the (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
Better be all or nothin', have me in the middle
You be all you can, get higher than the limit
Simplify for the Dumbos, slides, I could shuffle
Hit the cadence with my bitch, Isaac Hayes, Billy Ocean
But the old hoe the cane stick
Left my slippers at the function, hard to run in Gucci slides
Chick I thought you said you have a husband
I'ma stud, no cuckold, Jackie Chan, no
Can't up with the beat, blood drippin' from the cutthroats
No Lord, not me, I can never be the one you wanna for
Money, money, the machine, guns, freak the Ferragamo
R.I.P. to times that I was broke, hopped in like the 911
Matte black, lookin' clean, dead in an envelope
Cookin up kanat, waitin' for the antidote, runnin' town
Patience thinner than her

Get here and empty your pockets
I don't do
You're my prisoner, you do what I tell you to do, get over
Haha, he's gonna get about it!
[?]
Frank! Cool it,
Stay the 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')
Look at the (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)