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, regime shit)
shit, yeah
(done deal, bumbell)
New millenium nigga
(what, a nina)
The
the fuck you at
(up in bitch)

(tech n9ne)
Uh, what uh, 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
This bumbell for you

It's bumbell bumbell, straight rapid fire
override your ampliphiers and the woofers
Your bass hook ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked up
Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's lethal
It'll probably have you people, for real
Cops say illegal to have a yuk tape in your possesion
Niggas going to jail for 11, 350's and 211's
187's, weapons, all the above
Tear the fuckin up with my nigga what

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

(tech n9ne)] x 2
(ba bum)
This is heated (ba bum)
Your deleted (ba bum)
And when you it (ba bum)
We and weeded
As long as rap shit sells
Us with figures we keep releasin the bumbell

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

x 2

[tech
We're now listening to the of tech n9ne
I don't need no medication, I just packs my crispy
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all filthy
That nigga named tech n9ne is a on gang related
gotta respect mine or the next time get strangulated
Rap a lot summoned me, I told em 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, spliitin daily
Under a lot of and on a bus on a broken mirror don't faze me
They say tech I rap you wouldn't be alive
Fuck that, I got niggas em go for tweleve five, bumbell's live
We bringin heat to the game, when we came
Niggas fucked up and put feet to the flame
Got (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got 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,
you wanna do
Regime
that nigga
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your
For the one nine nine
You what I'm sizzlin?
You know I'm sizzlin?
You know I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)