Luyện nghe bài hát Bumbell

[tech (yukmouth)
killas, ah
What the
(it's lethal)
poppin
Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine twist bitch
(uh, that shit)
Regime shit,
(done deal, bumbell)
New rhymers nigga
(what, a nina)
The
the fuck you at
(up in bitch)

(tech n9ne)
Uh, what uh, two of the regime's finest
(regime) a nina
And smoke a lot
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve these with the straight shh, uh nigga
(in back bitch)
Fuck that, I'm of not being of the bungalow shit
bumbell for you nigga

It's bumbell bumbell, that's rapid fire
That override your ampliphiers and the
Your bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires up
Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's lethal
It'll probably you killing people, for real
Cops say it's to have a yuk tape in your possesion
Niggas keep going to for 11, 350's and 211's
187's, weapons, all the above
Tear the fuckin club up with my what

[tech
That tech nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind
All the time you will find I define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer missour-a
when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace ventura
By the power of my dead niggas i'ma ride like a rollercoaster
nobody fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa representin cosa nostra
So bust you're supposed to
We guaranteed this gon sell this shit's the bumbell nigga

(tech n9ne)] x 2
(ba bum)
This shit is (ba bum)
Your deleted (ba bum)
And you need it (ba bum)
We drunk and
As as this rap shit sells
Us niggas with figures we keep releasin the

Bitch I can make ya ? (ba bum)
ya ? land? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
Gang related (ba bum)
I can the hood (ba bum)
Make ? kim wood? (ba bum)
your stereo (ba bum)
Make (ba bum)
dumpin on us, clunk clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to
Or get crunked
When shit jumps, I'm the music
Like thorazine, the fiends to it
I didn't to do it
The music me do it, it made me loose it
Got my playin tricks
Now my nine stop sprayin shit
the nigga lay in a ditch
And when I played this shit it my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw fiends and tweakers out in the
Middle of the street the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin scrilla
After every I got to say nigga
Like up nigga?
Let's smoke blunt nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up
You yuk nigga?
Oh that's the

x 2

[tech
now listening to the sounds of tech n9ne
I don't need no medication, I just packs my flows
Endo, rum and fornication, up for y'all filthy hoes
That nigga tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related
gotta respect mine or the next time get strangulated
Rap a lot summoned me, I told em I had a gun in me
as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles
Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken don't faze me
They say tech when I rap you be alive
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, live
We heat to the game, deep when we came
fucked up and put they feet to the flame
Got (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell

x 2

[tech (yukmouth)
(live and direct)
Kc meets oakland, oakland meets houston, a mixture
(bumbell) (what)
n9ne (regime shit)
Ish, uck,
What you do
crew
Like nigga
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in back
For the one nine twist
You what I'm sizzlin?
You what I'm sizzlin?
You know what I'm
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)