Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I it, I pop it
I talk all shit '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 Backwoods of funky
I pull up, get that 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 forty Mayweather, it's a knock out
I ain't make it in school, So was a drop out
Something something, I forgot now
I was thinking about the guap put my guap out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can get knocked down
a parade here, all you see is Glock shells
I dress myself, bitch I don't need a
I got my just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay, I him out the closet
I my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to college
I call my desert eagle "Desert "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 rubber bands, I be
I up fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 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 of that funky
I pull up, get that then I'm bouncin'

I pull up, get that check I'm in to win
I got two Glock forties, be twenty twins
Don't fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig
Shot four out the thirty, we got
Pulled up swagging, you seeing this
came to my crib, you know she eatin' this
She have her phone, hoes be leaking shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't 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 stop callin'

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit 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 of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm