Luyện nghe bài hát If It's Bumpin

I drop the verses y'all deliver
Take the chances y'all consider
Got a loyal broad named
Who know what to do with that I give her

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

And I'ma watch this blew the as Jigga's
It ain't the I'm really sick
Shwag eatin' Crystal chicks
On a with Bo and Kosha

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

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

Tell your man, if he it's gettin' drastic, legend has it
I this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it
It's just a habit, Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins
I'm mixin' beam with coke and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein
Southern playa 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 callin'
We up in the club y'all look at us
And say, "Damn, boys be ballin'"

We may be lame wanna fight, may be wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, the Franklin' 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 here we come, boy until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they
When 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 them gifts
You mad when you find out other niggaz get it
Ain't payin' no bills just stayin' real and be hittin' it
I'm a old playa, I just pay for her dinner

Maybe buy a little liquor, I spend talk in the mirror
the playa from the soul, love to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let pimp shit go 'cause I don't even like it no mo'
See these niggaz 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 them ol' fire ass Mercedes
That don't never come 'round no mo' shit right dere
Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no around wit G O again
put me in this backwoods committee
My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west Georgia's finest
Man Bo, go on again

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

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

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

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put 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 broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

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

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