Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking then I cock it, I pop it
I all this shit 'cause I'm bout it
You want I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is
Smoking big Backwoods of funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm

I up hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, hot out, I got Glocks out
I up this forty Mayweather, it's a knock out
I ain't make it in school, So was a drop out
Something something something, I now
I was thinking about the guap put my guap out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked
It's a parade here, all you see is shells
I myself, bitch I don't need a stylist
I got my pistol in case the violence
I think my chopper gay, I him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to
I call my desert eagle "Desert Storm "cause we be
I my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be touring
Like Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be
If you talking some millions, we be on it ay

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I all this shit 'cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it
me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is
big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money I'm bouncin'

I up, get that check then I'm in to win
I got two Glock forties, them be twins
Don't wanna fuck bitch, she got a shitty wig
Shot four out the thirty, we got
up swagging, know you seeing this
Bitch to my crib, you know she eatin' this
She can't have her phone, hoes be leaking
I'm an nigga, I don't speak for shit
Chief so got over totin'
I got a HK caliber, Da
I wasn't good in but I knew my numbers
I'm ballin', ring ring, tell your bitch stop

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this fucking pistol then I it, I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it
me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is
Smoking big Backwoods of funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm