Luyện nghe bài hát Bouncin

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this fucking then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this 'cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it
Call me bag-head
All I get is bags, all I get is
Smoking big of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm

I up hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, hot out, I got Glocks out
I up forty Mayweather, it's a damn knock out
I ain't make it in school, Chief So was a out
Something something something, I now
I was thinking the guap then put my guap out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get down
It's a here, all you see is Glock shells
I dress myself, bitch I don't a stylist
I got my pistol just in case the
I my chopper gay, I pulled him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to
I call my desert "Desert Storm "cause we be warrin'
I think my Mac be a rapper, we be touring
Like Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be
If you talking bout 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 'cause I'm 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 then I'm

I pull up, get check then I'm in to win
I got two Glock forties, be twenty twins
Don't wanna fuck bitch, she got a shitty wig
Shot out the thirty, we got twenty-six
up swagging, know you seeing this
Bitch to my crib, you know she eatin' this
She have her phone, hoes be leaking shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't for shit
Chief so got totin' llamas
I got a HK caliber, Da
I wasn't good in science but I knew my
I'm ballin', ring ring, tell bitch stop callin'

Big rubber bands, I be
I up this fucking pistol then I it, I pop it
I talk all this 'cause I'm bout it
You want 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 then I'm bouncin'