Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

Big bands, I be poppin'
I up this pistol 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'
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'

I up hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, it's hot out, I got out
I up forty Mayweather, it's a damn knock out
I make it in school, Chief So was a drop out
Something something something, I now
I was thinking about the guap then put my out
I'm Ray Charles, you can still get knocked down
It's a parade here, all you see is shells
I dress myself, bitch I need a stylist
I got my pistol just in case the
I think my gay, I pulled him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye' 'cause he half 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 bout some millions, we be on it ay

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

I pull up, get check then I'm in to win
I got two forties, them be twenty twins
wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig
Shot out the thirty, we got twenty-six
Pulled up swagging, know you this
Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin'
She have her phone, hoes be leaking 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 in science but I knew my numbers
I'm ballin', ring ring, tell your bitch callin'

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 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 money I'm bouncin'