Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I the verses y'all don't deliver
Take the chances y'all won't
Got a broad named Betty
Who know to do with that chrome I give her

I'm on the
Thinkin my bank account
And how to it bigger
Then I grab the tool and take your

And I'ma watch this blew the same as
It the liquor I'm really sick
Smokin' Shwag eatin' chicks
On a with Bo and Kosha

Can't even fuck witch'all dicks
this some shit?
Every we step inside the club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us gon' snatch bitch

And you strokin' all by yourself
Understand this Sparxxx, S P A R triple X
I sprinkle in your pussy hole
And put some on your nipple and neck

your man, if he flex it's gettin' drastic, legend has it
I know this mob spell G-A and with no they'll let him have it
It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my
I'm beam with coke and [Incomprehensible]

And time it's still just the same
I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's so masterful
When it comes to this here the shit clear
to y'all comes natural

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' it up
We gon' weave, we roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on toes
When these start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

Step in the it's on
Nevertheless find the somebody I could sip on
A seat with a view in the V.I.P. and got two tight to grip on
A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, roll it, light it,

And me and gettin' crunk in the club
With a tape full of Bud in a champagne
Puttin' it down for the B C, in the backwoods we be
Better call a producer you see me

And get your ass right in the GT
Y'all lame boys, up lookin' just for a name boy
upsize with the Gameboy
Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a boy, it's a shame boy

You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the boy
I 'em down like chop, chop, chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em
On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'Kosha baby, call me

Leave your name and number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get witcha shawty
Most hated by daddies for breakin' up happy homes
the men is on and she don't say no
Then mean she wanna bone

So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein
That Southern with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean
Yessuh, me and Bubba get
And me and Bubba get it

We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and buts it
The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shot
We stay up in the y'all look at us
And say, "Damn, boys be ballin'"

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in lungs
Close the here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we smoke, keep that floss on they toes
these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

Whassup fuck nigga, man you who you is
You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' gifts
You mad when you find out some niggaz get it
Ain't payin' no bills just stayin' real and be hittin' it
I'm a old school playa, I just pay for her

Maybe buy a little liquor, I some talk in the mirror
This the playa from the soul, to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let pimp shit go 'cause I don't even like it no mo'
See these that I hang with they just run through these skanks
Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women dank

Mmm hmm, and I'ma put
On the ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls
That don't never 'round no mo' that shit right dere
Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' wit G O again
That put me in backwoods committee
My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west central Georgia's
Man Bo, go on again

Man, I'm gon' it like it is, I'm gon' sit the rear
I stand true to high live, this a quest for a
It took a nigga different places, seen plenty of faces
Whatever may have the cases, I thank God for His graces

See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' breakers
And every day I play awake a nigga by haters
See I take a ho, and shake a ho, how we live
All women bitches but see most of them is, uhh

We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' plaques while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, that floss on they toes
When these broads some lickin', we just might end up with yours

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' fuck
Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in lungs
Close the here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these start some lickin', we just might end up with yours