Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I drop the verses y'all don't
Take the y'all won't consider
Got a broad named Betty
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 take your

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

even fuck witch'all pencil dicks
Ain't this some
Every time we inside the club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us 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 coal on your nipple and neck

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

And every it's still just the same
I tend to aim spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful
When it comes to this make the shit clear
to y'all 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 faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while settlin' for dough

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

Step in the club on
gonna 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, it, pass

And me and gettin' crunk in the club
With a tape full of Bud in a glass
Puttin' it down for the B C, in the backwoods we be
Better call a producer 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
Witcho' mind go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy

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

Leave your and your number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get back witcha
Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy
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 keep 'em wet like a ocean
Yessuh, me and Bubba get
And me and Bubba get it

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

We may be lame wanna fight, may be wanna 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 while 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 floss on toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with

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

Mmm hmm, and put twenty-five
On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes
That don't never come no mo' that shit right dere
Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O again
That put me in this committee
My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west Georgia's finest
Man Bo, go on snap

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

See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me like breakers
And every day I play awake a learnin' by haters
See I take a ho, and shake a ho, how we live
All ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh

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

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

Drop 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 broads start lickin', we just might end up with yours