Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

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

I'm on the
Thinkin 'bout my bank
And how to make it
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
Shwag eatin' Crystal chicks
On a with Bo and Kosha

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

And leave you strokin' all by
this Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X
I sprinkle soul in your hole
And put some coal on your and neck

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

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

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if 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 that in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on toes
When these broads start 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 things to on
A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, it, light it, pass

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

And get your ass right in the GT
Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' for a name boy
Goin' upsize the Gameboy
Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a boy

You the main one tryna right, sold the broads out the game boy
I beat 'em down 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 number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get back witcha
Most hated by daddies for breakin' 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 Bubba get it

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

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' fuck
Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the faces fold
Chasin' plaques while 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 smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads some lickin', we just might end up with yours

fuck nigga, man you know who you is
You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' gifts
You mad when you find out some other 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 some in the mirror
This the playa from the soul, to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let pimp shit go 'cause I don't even like it no mo'
See these niggaz I hang with they just run through these skanks
about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank

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

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

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

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna
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 your
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 end up with yours

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' 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 that 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
these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours