Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

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

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

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

Can't even fuck witch'all pencil
Ain't this some
Every we step 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 soul in your pussy hole
And put some coal on nipple and neck

Tell your man, if he it's gettin' drastic, legend has it
I know this mob 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 with and [Incomprehensible]

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

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna
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 lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush 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 club on
Nevertheless find the somebody I could sip on
A seat 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, roll it, light it,

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

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

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

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

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

We are violators we you, no ifs and buts about it
The air up here stay cloudy, I in shot callin'
We stay up in the club y'all at us
And say, "Damn, boys 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 roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all 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 gon' smoke, that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just end up with yours

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

buy a little liquor, I spend some talk in the mirror
This the playa from the soul, love to up on hoes
I'm tryna let this pimp shit go 'cause I even like it no mo'
See these niggaz I hang with they just run through these skanks
Talk about 'em over dinner, women like dank

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

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

See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like
And every day I play awake a learnin' by haters
See I take a ho, and shake a ho, how we live
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 it's bumpin' it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' plaques while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that 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

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