Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I drop the y'all don't deliver
Take the y'all won't consider
Got a broad named Betty
Who know what to do with that I give her

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

And I'ma watch blew the same as Jigga's
It the liquor I'm really sick
Smokin' Shwag eatin' chicks
On a rollercoaster with Bo and

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

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

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

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

We may be lame wanna fight, may be wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' plaques while 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 floss on toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just end up with yours

in the club it's on
Nevertheless gonna find the I could sip on
A seat with a view in the V.I.P. and got two tight to grip on
A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, roll it, light it,

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 backwoods we be
call a producer when you see me

And get ass right back in the GT
lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy
Goin' upsize the Gameboy
mind 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 beat 'em down chop, chop, chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and 'em alone
On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'bout 'Kosha baby, me

your name and your number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get back shawty
Most hated by baby for breakin' up happy homes
the men is on and she don't say no
Then mean she wanna bone

So don't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha
That Southern 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 look at us
And say, "Damn, them be ballin'"

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' faces
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while 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 gon' smoke, that floss on they toes
these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

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

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

Mmm hmm, and put twenty-five
On the ol' fire ass Mercedes 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 finest
Man Bo, go on snap

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

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

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

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in 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 start some lickin', we just end up with yours

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' fold
Chasin' 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 on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up yours