Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I drop the verses y'all don't
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
Thinkin 'bout my account
And how to make it
I grab the tool and take your jewels

And I'ma watch blew the same as Jigga's
It the liquor I'm really sick
Smokin' Shwag Crystal chicks
On a rollercoaster Bo and Kosha

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

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

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

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

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

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

Step in the club on
Nevertheless gonna find the I could sip on
A with a view in the V.I.P. and got two tight 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 your ass back in the GT
Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' for a name boy
Goin' upsize with the
Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a boy

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

Leave name and your number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get back shawty
Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy
When the men is on and she say no
Then that mean she 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 get rowdy
And me and Bubba get it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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