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 man, this lil nigga buggin' me
Did you see the Quit all that jaw-jackery
Don't to pass me that, I don't want none of it (yeah)
niggas mad about it, had enough of it
Woah, watch what you're sayin', how they're poppin' and
Got me hot as a laser, my posse deep and
And we act a for the paper, had a dream and I made it
El Camino on Dayton's, Vintage over Bape
Put the on me bitch, bitch, you bet I'ma bake it
Piggy flat in a blanket, I might just out today
I might just roll out to Vegas, head back to my old
Cop a room full of Asian and do blow all day
at me, baby, look at me, baby
Don't I look like a million? I'm 'bout to clean out the
D-don't I look like somebody that be bodyin' everything
All that is great but I don't be talkin' I air it out
All the have gotten easy to bury
I'd rather drown in Hendrick's, I'd rather kiss on my Mary
I been broker way than I been rich so until it levels out
take your mama to the Marriott and wear it out
Took me so long to get it, gonna it out
Let 'em know all about it 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, at the cash bubblin' (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 fries you can me
All the hot sauce, all the pie you can me
Better be all or nothin', don't have me in the
You better be all you can, get than the limit
for the Dumbos, plenty slides, I could shuffle
Hit the cadence with my bitch, Isaac Hayes, Billy Ocean
But the old hoe the cane stick
Left my at the function, it's hard to run in Gucci slides
Chick I thought you you didn't have a husband
I'ma stud, no cuckold, Jackie Chan, no
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 that I was broke, in like the 911 Porsche
black, lookin' clean, dead prezi's in an envelope
Cookin up kanat, waitin' for the antidote, runnin' outta
thinner than her pantyhose

Get over and empty your pockets
I don't do
You're my prisoner, you do I tell you to do, get over here
Haha, he's gonna get nasty it!
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Frank! it, huh?
Stay the fuck 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 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)
Look at the cash, at the cash bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
at the cash (look)