Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

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

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

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

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

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this fucking pistol I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit I'm bout it
You want I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is
big Backwoods of that funky
I up, get that money then I'm bouncin'