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
'bout my bank account
And how to it bigger
Then I grab the tool and take your

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

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

And you strokin' all by yourself
Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R X
I soul in your 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 with no delay they'll let him it
It's just a habit, reppin and LaGrange, it's in my veins
I'm beam with coke and [Incomprehensible]

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

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for

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 gon' smoke, keep floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we might end up with yours

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 cut it, roll it, light it, pass

And me and Bubba crunk in the club
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, up lookin' just for a name boy
Goin' with the Gameboy
Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a boy

You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the boy
I beat 'em down chop, chop, chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em
On my phone they callin', talkin' 'bout 'Kosha baby, call me

Leave your name and your number at the sound of the
And I'll get witcha shawty
Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy
When the men is on and she say no
Then that she wanna bone

So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein
That playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean
Yessuh, me and Bubba get
And me and Bubba get it

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

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna
Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques y'all settlin' for dough

Drop liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
the curtains 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

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

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

Mmm hmm, and put twenty-five
On the them ol' fire ass Rolls
That don't come '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 again

Man, I'm tell it like it is, I'm gon' sit the rear
I stand true to high live, a quest for a mil'
It took a nigga 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 awake a nigga learnin' by
See I take a ho, and a ho, that's how we live
All women ain't bitches but see of them is, uhh

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 in your lungs
the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on toes
these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

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

Drop 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 floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with