Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

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

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

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

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

And leave you all by yourself
Understand this Sparxxx, S P A R triple X
I sprinkle soul in 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 spell G-A and no delay they'll let him have it
It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, in my veins
I'm mixin' beam coke and [Incomprehensible]

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

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if 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 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 start some lickin', we just might end up with 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 tight to grip on
A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, roll it, light it,

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

And get ass right 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 one tryna 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 they callin', talkin' 'bout 'Kosha baby, call me

Leave name and your number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get witcha shawty
Most hated by daddies for breakin' 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 with a stroke that keep 'em wet a ocean
Yessuh, me and Bubba get
And me and get bout it

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

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' multi-platinum plaques while y'all for dough

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

Whassup 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 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 some 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 that I hang with they run through these skanks
Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women dank

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

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 different places, seen plenty of faces
Whatever may have the cases, I thank God for His graces

See my knife'll the fakers, kept me spinnin' like breakers
And every day I awake a nigga learnin' by haters
See I a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live
All women bitches but see most of them is, uhh

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

that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that 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 bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques y'all settlin' for dough

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