Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I drop the y'all don't deliver
Take the chances y'all consider
Got a loyal broad Betty
Who know what to do that chrome I give her

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

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

even fuck witch'all pencil dicks
Ain't this shit?
Every time we inside the club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us snatch your bitch

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

your man, if he flex it's gettin' drastic, legend has it
I know mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll 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 it's just the same
I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so
When it comes to this here make the shit
Heard to y'all natural

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 faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all for dough

Drop liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains 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

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 tight things to on
A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, it, light it, pass

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

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

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

your name and your number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get witcha shawty
Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up homes
the men is on and she don't say no
Then that mean she wanna

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

We are violators we 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, boys be ballin'"

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

that 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 floss on they toes
When these broads some lickin', we just might end up with yours

fuck nigga, man you know who you is
You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' gifts
You mad you find out some 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 little liquor, I spend some talk in the
This the 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 with they just run through skanks
about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank

Mmm hmm, and put twenty-five
On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes
That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right
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 snap

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, seen of faces
Whatever may been the cases, I thank God for His graces

See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like
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 fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if bumpin' 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 your
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up yours

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

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