Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this pistol then I cock 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 of that funky
I up, get that 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 forty Mayweather, it's a damn knock out
I ain't it in school, Chief So was a drop out
something something, I forgot now
I was about the guap then put my guap out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get down
It's a parade here, all you see is shells
I dress myself, I don't need a stylist
I got my pistol in case the violence
I think my gay, I pulled him out the closet
I call my Ye' 'cause he half went to college
I my desert eagle "Desert Storm "cause we be warrin'
I think my Mac 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 rubber bands, I be
I up this fucking then 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
me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is
Smoking big Backwoods of funky
I up, get that money then I'm bouncin'

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

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all 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
Smoking big Backwoods of that
I pull up, get that money I'm bouncin'