Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

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
Call me bag-head
All I get is bags, all I get is
big Backwoods of that funky
I up, get that money then I'm bouncin'

I up hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, it's hot out, I got out
I up this forty Mayweather, it's a knock out
I ain't make it in school, Chief So was a out
Something something something, I now
I was thinking about the guap then put my out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get down
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 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 shit I'm bout it
You beef? 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 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 wanna fuck your bitch, she got a wig
four out the thirty, we got twenty-six
Pulled up swagging, you seeing this
Bitch to my crib, you know she eatin' this
She can't have her phone, hoes be shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't for shit
so got over totin' llamas
I got a HK caliber, Da
I wasn't good in science but I knew my
I'm ballin', ring, tell your bitch stop callin'

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
Call me Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is
Smoking big of that funky
I pull up, get that then I'm bouncin'