Luyện nghe bài hát Bumbell

[tech (yukmouth)
killas, ah
What the
(it's lethal)
What's
Regime niggas in motherfucker for the one nine nine twist bitch
(uh, that shit)
shit, yeah
(done deal, bumbell)
New millenium rhymers
(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 a lot himself
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve these niggas with the shh, uh nigga
(in your bitch)
Fuck that, I'm of not being of the bungalow shit
This bumbell for you

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

n9ne]
That tech n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the
All the you will find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from
when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace ventura
By the power of my dead niggas ride this like a rollercoaster
Ain't fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa representin cosa nostra
So bust like you're to
We guaranteed this gon sell 'cause this shit's the bumbell

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

Bitch I can ya ? ven? (ba bum)
Make ya ? (ba bum)
the fans (ba bum)
Gang related (ba bum)
I can make the (ba bum)
your ? kim wood? (ba bum)
Make stereo (ba bum)
Make (ba bum)
They on us, clunk clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my shit you in the mist to funk
Or get crunked
When shit jumps, I'm the theme
Like thorazine, the fiends to it
I mean to do it
The made me do it, it made me loose it
Got my mind tricks
Now my nine can't stop shit
Until the lay in a ditch
And I played this shit it blew my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw dope and tweakers out in the
Middle of the street doing the electric slide, you peeped it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin scrilla
After word I got to say nigga
Like up nigga?
Let's smoke this blunt
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up
You yuk nigga?
Oh the bumbell

x 2

[tech
now listening 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 hoes
That nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on related
Hater's respect mine or the next time get strangulated
Rap a lot me, I told em that I had a gun in me
as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles daily
Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don't me
They say when I rap you wouldn't be alive
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's
We heat to the game, deep when we came
Niggas up and put they feet to the flame
Got that (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) I'm a 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)
Tech (regime shit)
Ish, uck,
What you do
Regime
Like nigga
Me and yuknouth up in motherfucker puttin this shit in your back
For the one nine twist
You what I'm sizzlin?
You know what I'm
You know what I'm
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)