Luyện nghe bài hát Bumbell

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

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

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

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

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

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 your ? kim (ba bum)
Make your (ba bum)
Make (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk clunk go the
Grab the pump, my shit when you in the mist to funk
Or get shit
When shit jumps, I'm the music
Like thorazine, the cling to it
I mean to do it
The music made me do it, it me loose it
Got my playin tricks
Now my can't stop sprayin shit
the nigga lay in a ditch
And when I this shit it blew my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw fiends and tweakers out in the
Middle of the doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me out, hustlin makin scrilla
every word I got to say nigga
Like what's up
Let's smoke this blunt
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 my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all filthy
That nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang
Hater's gotta respect mine or the next get strangulated
Rap a lot me, I told em that I had a gun in me
Loony as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck front of me
Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin daily
Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don't me
They say tech I rap you wouldn't be alive
that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's live
We bringin heat to the game, when we came
Niggas fucked up and put they to the flame
Got that (ish) if you want it, a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
(haaaa) got niggas 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,
you wanna do
Regime
Like that
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker this shit in your back
For the one nine twist
You know I'm sizzlin?
You know I'm sizzlin?
You what I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)