Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblin' (Kaytranada Remix)

at you go
Okay you
Look, go
Go
at you go
Okay you

One in the hand, one in the bag,
Look at the cash, look at the cash in
get your 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 niggas mad about it, had of it
Woah, watch what you're sayin', how they're and shakin'
Got me hot as a laser, my posse deep and
And we act a for the paper
Had a and I made it
El on Dayton's
Vintage Guess over
Put the on me bitch
you bet Imma bake it
Piggy flat in a blanket, I might just out today
I might just roll out to Vegas, head to my old ways
Pop the roof from the hoes and do blow all day
at me baby
Look at me
Don't I look a million
I'm 'bout to clean out the
D-don't I look like somebody just 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 them Hendrick's, I'd rather on my Mary
I been broker way longer than I been rich so until it out
Imma take your mama to the and wear it out
me so long to get it, gonna spread 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, 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)

I'ma need all the you can give me
All the hot sauce, all the pie you can me
Better be all or nothin', don't me in the middle
You be all you can, get higher than the limit
Simplify for the
slides, I could shuffle
Hit the cadence my young bitch
Hayes, Billy Ocean
But the old hoe with the cane
Left my slippers at the
It's hard to run in slides
Chick I thought you said you didn't a husband
stud, no cuckold
Jackie Chan, no
kill up with the beat
Blood drippin' the cutthroats
No Lord, not me, I can never be the one you wanna for
Money, money, the
Guns, the Ferragamo store
R.I.P. to that I was broke
Hopped in the 911 Porsche
Matte black, clean
Dead in an envelope
Cookin up
Waitin for the
outta town
Patience than her pantyhose

Get over here and your pockets
I do that
You're my prisoner, you do what I tell you to do, get here
Haha, he's gonna get nasty it!
[?]
Frank! Cool it,
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')
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, look at the bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
Look at the (look)