Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Step in the it's on
Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I 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
a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass
Puttin' it for the B C, in the backwoods where we be
call a producer when you see me

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

You the main one tryna 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 your number at the sound of the
And I'll get back shawty
Most hated by daddies for breakin' up happy homes
When the men is on and she say no
that mean she wanna bone

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

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

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

Drop liquid 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 that floss on they
When these broads start some lickin', we might end up with yours

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

Maybe buy a liquor, I spend some talk in the mirror
the playa from the soul, love to gang up on hoes
I'm let this pimp shit go 'cause I don't even like it no mo'
See these niggaz that I hang they just run through these skanks
about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank

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

Man, I'm tell it like it is, I'm gon' sit the rear
I stand true to high live, this a for a mil'
It done took a nigga places, seen plenty of faces
Whatever may have the cases, I thank 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 bitches but see most of them is, uhh

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, the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum while y'all settlin' for dough

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

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

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