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 rhymers
(what, a nina)
The
Where the you at
(up in bitch)

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

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

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

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

Bitch I can ya ? ven? (ba bum)
Make ya ? (ba bum)
the fans (ba bum)
Gang dance (ba bum)
I can make the (ba bum)
your ? kim wood? (ba bum)
Make your (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 shit
When shit jumps, I'm the theme
Like thorazine, the cling to it
I mean to do it
The music made me do it, it made me it
Got my playin tricks
Now my nine stop sprayin shit
Until the lay in a ditch
And when I this shit it blew my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw dope fiends and out in the
Middle of the street the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin makin
After every word I got to say
Like what's up
Let's smoke this nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up
You bumpin yuk
Oh the bumbell

x 2

[tech
We're now listening to the sounds of tech
I don't need no medication, I just packs my crispy
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all filthy
That nigga named n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related
Hater's gotta respect mine or the next time get
Rap a lot me, I told em that I had a gun in me
Loony as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the 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 wouldn't be
Fuck that, I got niggas em go for tweleve five, bumbell's live
We bringin heat to the game, deep when we
Niggas fucked up and put they feet to the
Got (ish) if you want 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 oakland, oakland meets houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) (what)
Tech (regime shit)
Ish, uck,
you wanna do
Regime
that nigga
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your
For the one nine nine
You know what I'm
You what I'm sizzlin?
You know I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)