Luyện nghe bài hát Bumbell

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

(tech n9ne)
Uh, uh, introducin two of the regime's finest
(regime) tech a
And smoke a lot
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
serve these niggas 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, that's straight rapid fire
override your ampliphiers and the woofers
Your bass tube ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked up
Niggas stash my tape like in the bushes, it's that lethal
It'll have you killing people, for real
say it's illegal to have a yuk tape in your possesion
Niggas keep to jail for 11, 350's and 211's
187's, weapons, all the above
Tear the fuckin club up with my nigga

[tech
That n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind
All the time you will I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from
Quick when I rip shit this animalistic, fuck ace ventura
By the power of my dead niggas i'ma ride this a rollercoaster
Ain't nobody fuckin with my I'm the killa representin cosa nostra
So bust like supposed to
We guaranteed this gon sell 'cause this the bumbell nigga

(tech n9ne)] x 2
(ba bum)
This shit is (ba bum)
shit's deleted (ba bum)
And when you it (ba bum)
We drunk and
As long as this rap shit
Us niggas figures we keep releasin the bumbell

Bitch I can ya ? ven? (ba bum)
ya ? land? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
Gang dance (ba bum)
I can the hood (ba bum)
Make your ? kim (ba bum)
Make your (ba bum)
Make (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my when you in the mist to funk
Or get crunked
When shit jumps, I'm the theme
thorazine, the fiends cling to it
I didn't to do it
The music me do it, it made me loose it
Got my mind tricks
Now my nine can't sprayin shit
Until the 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 doing the electric slide, you shoulda it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin makin
every word I got to say nigga
Like what's up
Let's smoke this blunt
Oh, yesterday got caught, got up nigga
You bumpin yuk
Oh that's the

x 2

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

x 2

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