Luyện nghe bài hát Jumping

KidWond3r you made beat? Dang
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Out West 290 shit,
You know how I'm rockin',
Get your up, get your funds up
You on opp shit, get mop-sticked, bitch
Ayy, ayy

Fuck nigga dissed me on a song, now he (Boom-boom-boom)
Pu-pussy-ass shouldn't have said what he said (Gang, gang)
in the couch, pistol underneath the bed (Gang)
You can keep your legs I'm aimin' at your head (Boom-boom-boom)
He say he want beef, alright, cool, said (Be cool)
But he ain't been at the house for a week 'cause he (Scared)
You pull up with banana clips, peel a head
No- no more jumpin' on the bed (What?)

1]
Got the candy-apple thang lollipop red
Treat my like it's a sucker, she got lollipop head
Fu- fuck the pigs, can't share, no with the feds
Take a pussy nigga on the roof and throw him off the
Tryna me like a ho, that's a no-no
I'm YSN, bitch, I you see the logo (Gang)
I'm Iron Giant, me hit you with the robo (B-r-r-rap)
Say you get money, but you ain't got shit to fo' (Show fo')
You at the strip club and you ain't no dough
I'm Mike Tyson, hit the Pyrex with an
I a duffel bag, bitch, I'm talkin' real dough
She my dick with her friend, she a real ho (She a real ho)
I'm done with that pussy, I leave it real sore
My rims big, so I hit the corner real
How you a trapper? You can't even the scale, though
I'm rappin', but I got that shit for sale, though (Sale, though)

Fuck dissed me on a song, now he dead (Boom-boom-boom)
Pu- pussy-ass nigga shouldn't have what he said (Gang, gang)
Money in the couch, pistol the bed (Gang)
You can your legs 'cause I'm aimin' at your head (Boom-boom-boom)
He say he want beef, alright, cool, said (Be cool)
But he ain't been at the for a week 'cause he scared (Scared)
You up with banana clips, peel a nigga head
No- no more jumpin' on the bed (What?)

2]
We ride in the latest whips extended clips
Fo- forty with the grip hangin' off my hip
Ba- bad rollin' Cookies out the zip
And she even drink, I got her tipsy off a sip (What?)
Bo- board the private jet 'cause I gotta take a (Gone)
six-twos hit his car and made it flip
I ain't gotta spit game, but I'm like a pimp
I ain't even know her name, but I her off the rip
This drunk-ass nigga actin' he wanna trip (Gang)
He out his neck, so I'm aimin' at his lips (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Ba- Balmain and these bitches cost a grip (Why?)
I'm fresher than a bitch, you drown off the drip (Drip)
I fall up in the club, the valet park the whip (Skrt)
I know your shit rented, you ain't got the slip
Bitch, I'm cool with the Bloods and I'm cool the Crips (Gang, gang)
I pull up to the strip, get my then I dip, bitch

Fuck nigga me on a song, now he dead (Boom-boom-boom)
Pu- pussy-ass nigga shouldn't said what he said (Gang, gang)
Money in the couch, underneath the bed (Gang)
You can keep your legs 'cause I'm aimin' at your (Boom-boom-boom)
He say he want beef, alright, cool, 'nough (Be cool)
But he ain't been at the house for a week 'cause he (Scared)
You pull up with banana clips, peel a nigga
No- no more monkeys on the bed (Jumpin' on the bed)

Bed, bed
Be- bed, bed
Bed, bed
No- no more jumpin' on the bed