Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I drop the verses don't deliver
Take the chances 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 this the same as Jigga's
It ain't the I'm really sick
Smokin' Shwag eatin' chicks
On a rollercoaster with Bo and

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

And leave you strokin' all by
Understand Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X
I sprinkle soul in your hole
And put some on your nipple and neck

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

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

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

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your
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 yours

Step in the it's 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, it, light it, pass

And me and Bubba gettin' crunk in the
With a full of Bud in a champagne glass
Puttin' it down for the B C, in the where we be
call a producer when you see me

And get your ass back in the GT
Y'all lame boys, hangin' up just for a name boy
upsize with the Gameboy
Witcho' mind go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy

You the main one stall right, sold the broads out the game boy
I 'em down like 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 at the sound of the beep
And I'll get witcha shawty
hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy homes
When the men is on and she say no
Then that mean she wanna

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

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

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink 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 that on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your 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 might end up with

Whassup nigga, man you know who you is
You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' 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 school playa, I pay for her dinner

Maybe buy a liquor, I spend some talk in the mirror
the playa from the soul, love to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let this pimp shit go 'cause I don't even 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 never come 'round no mo' that right dere
Country-ass Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O again
That put me in this backwoods
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, this a quest for a
It took a nigga different places, seen plenty of faces
Whatever may have been the cases, I thank God for His

See my knife'll tell the fakers, me spinnin' like breakers
And every day I play awake a nigga by haters
See I take a ho, and shake a ho, how we live
All women bitches but see most of them is, uhh

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

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

We may be lame wanna fight, may be 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 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 they
these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours