Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I the verses y'all don't deliver
Take the y'all won't consider
Got a loyal named Betty
Who know what to do with chrome I give her

I'm on the
'bout my bank account
And how to make it
Then I grab the tool and take your

And I'ma watch this blew the as Jigga's
It ain't the liquor I'm really
Smokin' eatin' Crystal chicks
On a with Bo and Kosha

Can't even fuck pencil dicks
Ain't this some
time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us gon' snatch your

And you strokin' all by yourself
Understand Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X
I sprinkle soul in your hole
And put some coal on nipple and neck

Tell your man, if he it's gettin' drastic, legend has it
I this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it
It's a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins
I'm mixin' beam coke and [Incomprehensible]

And every time it's just the same
I tend to aim spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful
When it comes to this here the shit clear
Heard to y'all comes

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if bumpin' turn it up
We weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up yours

in the club it's on
Nevertheless gonna the somebody I could sip on
A seat with a view in the V.I.P. and got two things to grip on
A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, roll it, it, pass

And me and Bubba crunk in the club
With a full of Bud in a champagne glass
Puttin' it down for the B C, in the backwoods we be
call a producer when you see me

And get your ass back in the GT
lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy
Goin' upsize with the
Witcho' right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy

You the main one tryna right, sold the broads out the game boy
I beat 'em like chop, chop, chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em
On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'Kosha baby, call me

Leave your name and your number at the sound of the
And get back witcha shawty
Most hated by baby daddies for up happy homes
When the men is on and she say no
that mean she wanna bone

So partna get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha
That playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean
Yessuh, me and Bubba get
And me and Bubba get it

We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and about it
The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in callin'
We stay up in the club y'all at us
And say, "Damn, boys be ballin'"

We may be lame fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in lungs
Close the curtains we come, boy hush until I'm done
We drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

Whassup fuck nigga, man you who you is
You the ones be payin' and buyin' them gifts
You mad when you out some other niggaz get it
Ain't no bills just stayin' real and still be hittin' it
I'm a old playa, I just pay for her dinner

buy a little liquor, I spend some talk in the mirror
This the playa from the soul, love to gang up on
I'm tryna let this pimp shit go 'cause I even like it no mo'
See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through skanks
Talk about 'em dinner, pass women like dank

Mmm hmm, and put twenty-five
On the ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls
That don't never come 'round no mo' shit right dere
Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O again
That put me in this committee
My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west central finest
Man Bo, go on again

Man, I'm gon' tell it like it is, I'm sit the rear
I true to high live, this a quest for a mil'
It done took a nigga different places, plenty of faces
Whatever may have the cases, I thank God for His graces

See my knife'll tell the fakers, me spinnin' like breakers
And every day I play awake a nigga by haters
See I take a ho, and a ho, that's how we live
All women bitches but see most of them is, uhh

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' fuck
Drink in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we might end up with yours

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques y'all settlin' for dough

Drop liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that on they toes
When these start some lickin', we just might end up with yours