Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

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

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

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

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

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

Tell your man, if he it's gettin' drastic, legend 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, in my veins
I'm mixin' with coke and [Incomprehensible]

And every time it's just the same
I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's so masterful
When it comes to this here the shit 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, the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum 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 floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with

in the club it's 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, it, light it, pass

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

And get your ass back in the GT
Y'all lame boys, hangin' up just for a name boy
Goin' with 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 out the game boy
I beat 'em like chop, chop, chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em
On my cell phone callin', talkin' 'bout 'Kosha baby, call me

Leave your name and your number at the of the beep
And get back witcha 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 with a stroke that keep '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 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 wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while settlin' for dough

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

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

buy a little liquor, I spend some talk in the mirror
This the from the soul, love to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let this pimp shit go 'cause I don't even it no mo'
See these niggaz that I with they just run through these skanks
Talk about 'em over dinner, 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 right
Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, no fuckin' around wit G O again
That put me in this backwoods
My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west central 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, 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 tell the fakers, me spinnin' like breakers
And every day I play a nigga 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 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 Franklin' 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 floss on they toes
these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

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 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 curtains here we come, boy until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that on they toes
When these broads start lickin', we just might end up with yours