Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up fucking 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
Call me bag-head
All I get is bags, all I get is
big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm

I pull up hop out, I pop out
I got the cops out, hot out, I got Glocks out
I up forty Mayweather, it's a damn 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 then put my out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked
It's a parade here, all you see is Glock
I dress myself, bitch I don't need a
I got my just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the
I call my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to
I call my eagle "Desert Storm "cause we be warrin'
I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be
Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be ballin'
If you talking bout millions, we be on it ay

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this fucking pistol then I 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 money then I'm

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
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, be leaking shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't speak for
so got over totin' llamas
I got a HK caliber, Da
I wasn't good in science but I my numbers
I'm ballin', ring ring, tell your bitch callin'

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this fucking pistol then I 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 Backwoods of funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm