Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I drop the verses y'all don't
Take the chances y'all won't
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 make it
Then I grab the tool and your jewels

And I'ma watch this blew the same as
It the liquor I'm really sick
Smokin' Shwag eatin' Crystal
On a with Bo and Kosha

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

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

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

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

We may be lame fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's 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 curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that on they toes
When these start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

Step in the club on
Nevertheless find the somebody I could sip on
A seat with a 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 gettin' in the club
With a tape of Bud in a champagne glass
Puttin' it for the B C, in the backwoods where we be
Better call a when you see me

And get your ass back in the GT
Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a boy
upsize with 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 'em down like chop, chop, chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and 'em alone
On my cell phone callin', talkin' 'bout 'Kosha baby, call me

Leave your and your number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get back witcha
hated by baby daddies for breakin' 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 bein
That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a
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 here cloudy, I originate in shot callin'
We stay up in the club look at us
And say, "Damn, boys be ballin'"

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if bumpin' turn 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 that reefer in your
the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on toes
When broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

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

Maybe buy a little liquor, I spend talk in the mirror
This the playa from the soul, to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let this pimp go 'cause I don't even like it no mo'
See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through skanks
Talk about 'em over dinner, women like dank

Mmm hmm, and put twenty-five
On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes
That don't never come 'round no mo' shit right dere
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 again

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

See my knife'll the fakers, kept me spinnin' like breakers
And every day I play awake a learnin' by haters
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 bitchin' wanna
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 while y'all for dough

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

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
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

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