Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I drop the verses don't deliver
Take the chances y'all won't
Got a broad named Betty
Who know what to do with that I give her

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

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

Can't even witch'all pencil dicks
this some shit?
Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna
Which one of us gon' snatch bitch

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

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

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

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 roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all for dough

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

Step in the it's on
Nevertheless gonna find the 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 cut it, roll it, light it, pass

And me and Bubba crunk in the club
With a tape full of Bud in a champagne
it down for the B C, in the backwoods where we be
Better a producer when you see me

And get your ass right in the GT
Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a boy
upsize with the Gameboy
Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a boy, it's a shame boy

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

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

So don't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha
Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean
Yessuh, me and Bubba get
And me and get bout it

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

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink 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 settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that in your lungs
Close the here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these 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 find out other niggaz get it
Ain't payin' no bills just stayin' real and still be it
I'm a old school playa, I just pay for her

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 I don't even like it no mo'
See these niggaz that I hang with they run through these skanks
Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like

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

Man, I'm tell it like it is, I'm gon' 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 been the cases, I God for His graces

See my tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like breakers
And day I play awake a nigga learnin' by haters
See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we
All women ain't but see most of them is, uhh

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

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

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

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