Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

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

I'm on the
'bout my bank 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 ain't the liquor I'm really
Smokin' Shwag eatin' chicks
On a rollercoaster with Bo and

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

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

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

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

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 Franklin' faces
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques y'all settlin' for dough

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

in the club it's on
Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I 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, it, pass

And me and gettin' crunk 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 boys, hangin' up lookin' 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 stall right, sold the broads out the 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 name and your number at the sound of the
And I'll get back shawty
Most hated by baby daddies for up happy homes
the men is on and she don't say no
Then that mean she wanna

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 get rowdy
And me and Bubba get it

We are violators we you, no ifs and buts about it
The air up here cloudy, I originate in shot callin'
We stay up in the club y'all at us
And say, "Damn, boys 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' fold
Chasin' multi-platinum while 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 drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads some lickin', we just might end up with yours

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

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

Mmm hmm, and I'ma put
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
That put me in backwoods committee
My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west central Georgia's
Man Bo, go on snap

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

See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' 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 bitches but see most of them is, uhh

We may be wanna 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 y'all 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 drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

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

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