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 comin' in
Come get your man, this lil nigga 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 about it, had 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
Had a and I made it
El on Dayton's
Vintage over Bape
Put the on me bitch
Bitch you bet Imma it
Piggy flat in a blanket, I might roll out today
I might just roll out to Vegas, head to my old ways
Pop the roof the Asian hoes and do blow all day
Look at me
at me baby
Don't I like a million
I'm 'bout to out the safe
I look like somebody that just be bodyin' everything
All that talkin is great but I don't be I air it out
All the problems gotten easy to bury
I'd rather drown in them Hendrick's, I'd rather on my Mary
I been broker way longer I been rich so until it levels out
Imma take your mama to the and wear 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 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)
Look at the cash, at the cash, bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
at the cash (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 better be all you can, get than the limit
for the Dumbos
Plenty slides, I could
Hit the cadence with my young
Isaac Hayes, Ocean
But the old hoe with the cane
Left my at the function
hard to run in Gucci slides
Chick I you said you didn't have a husband
I'ma stud, no
Jackie Chan, no
Can't up with the beat
Blood from the cutthroats
No Lord, not me, I can never be the one you wanna for
Money, money, the
Guns, freak the store
R.I.P. to times I was broke
in like the 911 Porsche
Matte black, clean
Dead in an envelope
Cookin up
for the antidote
Runnin' town
Patience than her pantyhose

Get over here and empty your
I do that
You're my prisoner, you do I tell you to do, get over here
Haha, he's gonna get about it!
[?]
Frank! it, huh?
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)
at the cash, look at the cash 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')
Look at the (look)