Luyện nghe bài hát Jumping

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

Fuck nigga me on a song, now he dead (Boom-boom-boom)
Pu-pussy-ass nigga shouldn't have said he said (Gang, gang)
in the couch, pistol underneath the bed (Gang)
You can keep your '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 pull up with banana clips, peel a head
No- no monkeys jumpin' on the bed (What?)

1]
Got the candy-apple thang painted red
Treat my dick like it's a sucker, she got 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 play me 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 got shit to show fo' (Show fo')
You at the strip club and you ain't no dough
I'm Mike Tyson, hit the Pyrex an elbow
I need a duffel bag, bitch, I'm talkin' real
She suck my with her friend, she a real ho (She a real ho)
When I'm with that pussy, I leave it real sore
My rims big, so I hit the corner real
How you a trapper? You even read the scale, though
I'm rappin', but I still got shit for sale, though (Sale, though)

Fuck nigga dissed me on a song, now he (Boom-boom-boom)
Pu- pussy-ass shouldn't have said what he said (Gang, gang)
Money in the couch, underneath 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 been at the house for a week 'cause he scared (Scared)
You pull up with banana clips, peel a head
No- no more monkeys on the bed (What?)

2]
We in the latest whips with extended clips
Fo- with the rubber 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)
Seven hit his car and made it flip
I ain't gotta game, but I'm soundin' 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 jeans and bitches cost a grip (Why?)
I'm fresher a bitch, you will drown off the drip (Drip)
I fall up in the club, make the valet park the (Skrt)
I know your shit rented, you ain't even got the
Bitch, I'm cool with the and I'm cool with the Crips (Gang, gang)
I up to the strip, get my chips then I dip, bitch

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

Bed, bed
Be- bed, bed
Bed, bed
No- no more monkeys on the bed