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 what to do with that chrome 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 this blew the same as
It ain't the 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 inside the club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us gon' snatch bitch

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

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
It's just a habit, reppin and LaGrange, it's in my veins
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 comes to this here make the shit
Heard to comes natural

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

Step in the club on
gonna find the somebody I could sip on
A seat with a view in the V.I.P. and got two things to grip on
A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, roll it, 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 backwoods we be
Better a producer when you see me

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

Leave your name and your at the sound of the beep
And I'll get witcha shawty
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 bein Kosha
That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet a ocean
Yessuh, me and get rowdy
And me and Bubba get it

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

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
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for

that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer 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

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

buy a little liquor, I spend some talk in the mirror
This the playa 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 these niggaz that I 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' ass Mercedes Rolls
That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right
Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O again
That put me in this backwoods
My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west central finest
Man Bo, go on snap

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

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 shake a ho, how we live
All ain't bitches but see most 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 Franklin' faces
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all 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 on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we might end up with yours

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

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