Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I drop the y'all don't deliver
Take the chances y'all consider
Got a loyal broad Betty
Who know what to do with that I give her

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

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

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

And leave you strokin' all by
Understand Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X
I soul in your pussy hole
And put coal on your nipple and neck

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

And every time it's just the same
I tend to aim spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful
When it comes to this here the shit clear
Heard to comes natural

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

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

in the club 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 things to on
A bag of trees to put my lip on cut it, roll it, light it, pass

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 back in the GT
Y'all lame boys, hangin' up just for a name boy
Goin' upsize the Gameboy
Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a boy

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

Leave name and your number at the sound of the beep
And get back witcha shawty
hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy homes
When the men is on and she say no
Then mean she wanna bone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See my knife'll tell the fakers, me spinnin' like breakers
And every day I play awake a nigga by haters
See I a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live
All ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh

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

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

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 gon' roll, watch the faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum while y'all settlin' for dough

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