Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

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

I'm on the
'bout my bank account
And how to it bigger
Then I 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 with Bo and

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

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

Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin' drastic, has it
I know mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it
It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my
I'm beam with 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 here make the shit clear
Heard to y'all comes

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's turn it up
We gon' weave, we roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' 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 that floss on toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with

Step in the it's 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 gotta cut it, it, light it, pass

And me and Bubba gettin' in the club
With a 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' just for a boy
Goin' upsize the Gameboy
mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We may be lame wanna fight, may be wanna fuck
Bourbon in a cup, if it's 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 reefer in your
Close the here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just end up with yours

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

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