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 twist
(uh, that shit)
shit, yeah
(done deal, bumbell)
New rhymers nigga
(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 smoke a lot
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve these niggas with the shh, uh nigga
(in back bitch)
Fuck that, I'm tired of not being of the shit
This bumbell for you

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

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

(tech n9ne)] x 2
(ba bum)
This is heated (ba bum)
Your shit's (ba bum)
And you need it (ba bum)
We and weeded
As as this rap shit sells
Us niggas with 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)
Make ? kim wood? (ba bum)
Make stereo (ba bum)
Make (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my when you in the mist to funk
Or get crunked
shit jumps, I'm the theme music
Like thorazine, the fiends to it
I didn't to do it
The made me do it, it made me loose it
Got my mind playin
Now my can't stop sprayin shit
the nigga lay in a ditch
And when I played this it blew my speakers out
Looked out the I saw dope fiends and tweakers out in the
Middle of the street doing the slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, makin scrilla
every word I got to say nigga
Like what's up
Let's smoke this nigga
Oh, got caught, got fucked up nigga
You yuk nigga?
Oh the bumbell

x 2

[tech
We're now listening to the sounds of tech
I don't no medication, I just packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all hoes
That named tech n9ne is a motherfucker 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 wanna be, kindly get the fuck 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
say tech when I rap you wouldn't be alive
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's
We bringin heat to the game, deep we came
Niggas up and put they feet to the flame
Got (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm hunted, the

x 2

[tech (yukmouth)
(live and direct)
Kc meets oakland, oakland houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) (what)
Tech (regime shit)
Ish, uck,
What you do
crew
Like nigga
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your
For the one nine twist
You know what I'm
You what I'm sizzlin?
You what I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)