Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
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 these broads start some lickin', we just might end up yours

Step in the club on
Nevertheless gonna the somebody I could 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 gettin' in the club
With a full of Bud in a champagne glass
Puttin' it down for the B C, in the backwoods we be
Better call a producer you see me

And get your ass right in the GT
Y'all boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy
Goin' upsize the Gameboy
Witcho' right 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 like chop, chop, chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and 'em alone
On my cell they callin', talkin' '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
When the men is on and she say no
that mean she wanna bone

So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just Kosha
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 about it
The air up here 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 in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the faces fold
multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough

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

Whassup nigga, man you know who you is
You the be payin' hoes and buyin' them gifts
You mad you find out some other niggaz get it
payin' 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 talk in the mirror
the playa from the soul, love to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let 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 I'ma put
On the ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls
That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit dere
Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O again
That put me in backwoods committee
My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', central Georgia's finest
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 different places, seen of faces
Whatever may have been the cases, I thank God for His

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

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 while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in 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

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 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 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 some lickin', we just might end up with yours