Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblin

Look at you go, okay, you
Look, go, go, at you go
Okay you bubblin',

1]
Yeah, one in the hand, one in the bag,
Look at the cash, at the cash comin' in
get your man, this lil nigga buggin' me
Did you see the bag? Quit all that
Don't need to me that, I don't want none of it (yeah)
These mad about it, had enough of it
Woah, what you're sayin', how they're poppin' and shakin'
Got me hot as a laser, my posse deep and
And we act a fool for the paper, had a dream and I it
El Camino on Dayton's, Vintage Guess over
Put the bread on me bitch, bitch, you bet bake it
Piggy flat in a blanket, I might just roll out
I might just roll out to Vegas, back to my old ways
Cop a full of Asian hoes and do blow all day
Look at me, baby, at me, baby
Don't I look a million? I'm 'bout to clean out the safe
D-don't I look like somebody just be bodyin' everything
All that talkin is great but I be talkin' I air it out
All the have gotten easy to bury
I'd rather in them Hendrick's, I'd rather kiss on my Mary
I been way longer than I been rich so until it levels out
Imma take your to the Marriott and wear it out
Took me so long to get it, gonna it out
Let 'em know all about it when I'm dead and

One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
Look at the (look)
(go)
One in the (look)
One in the (go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
Look at the cash, at the cash, bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
at the cash (look)

2]
I'ma need all the fries you can me
All the hot sauce, all the pie you can me
Better be all or nothin', have me in the middle
You better be all you can, get higher than the
Simplify for the Dumbos, slides, I could shuffle
Hit the with my young bitch, Isaac Hayes, Billy Ocean
But the old hoe with the stick
Left my slippers at the function, it's hard to run in Gucci
Chick I you said you didn't have a husband
I'ma stud, no cuckold, Jackie Chan, no
Can't up with the beat, blood drippin' from the cutthroats
No Lord, not me, I can never be the one you wanna for
Money, money, the machine, guns, the Ferragamo store
R.I.P. to times that I was broke, hopped in like the 911
Matte black, clean, dead prezi's in an envelope
Cookin up kanat, waitin' for the antidote, runnin' town
Patience thinner her pantyhose

Get over here and empty pockets
I don't do
You're my prisoner, you do what I tell you to do, get here
Haha, he's gonna get about it!
[?]
Frank! it, huh?
Stay the fuck this!

One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
at the cash (look)
(go)
One in the (look)
One in the (go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, (look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the cash (okay you bubblin')
at the cash (look)