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 nine bitch
(uh, that shit)
Regime shit,
(done deal, bumbell)
New millenium nigga
(what, a nina)
The
the fuck you at
(up in bitch)

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

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

n9ne]
That n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind
All the time you find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace
By the power of my dead niggas i'ma ride like a rollercoaster
Ain't nobody fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa cosa nostra
So bust you're supposed to
We guaranteed this gon 'cause this shit's 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 as this rap shit sells
Us niggas with figures we keep releasin the

Bitch I can make ya ? (ba bum)
Make ya ? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
related dance (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 shit
When shit jumps, I'm the music
Like thorazine, the cling to it
I didn't to do it
The music made me do it, it me loose it
Got my mind playin
Now my nine can't stop sprayin
the nigga lay in a ditch
And when I played shit it blew my speakers out
out the window I saw dope fiends and tweakers out in the
Middle of the doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin makin
After every I got to say nigga
what's up nigga?
Let's smoke this nigga
Oh, got caught, got fucked up nigga
You yuk nigga?
Oh the bumbell

x 2

[tech
We're now to the sounds of tech n9ne
I don't no medication, I just packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all hoes
That nigga named tech is a motherfucker on gang related
Hater's gotta respect mine or the next time get
Rap a lot summoned me, I told em I had a gun in me
Loony as a nigga wanna be, get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin daily
Under a lot of and on a bus on a broken mirror don't faze me
They say tech when I rap you be alive
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 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, meets houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) (what)
n9ne (regime shit)
Ish, uck,
What you do
Regime
Like that
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin 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)