Luyện nghe bài hát Bumbell

[tech (yukmouth)
killas, ah
What the
(it's lethal)
poppin
Regime niggas in this for the one nine nine twist bitch
(uh, that shit)
Regime shit,
(done deal, bumbell)
New rhymers nigga
(what, a nina)
The
the fuck you at
(up in bitch)

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

It's bumbell bumbell, that's rapid fire
override your ampliphiers and the woofers
Your bass tube hook ups shut the 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 it's illegal to have a yuk in your possesion
Niggas keep to jail for 11, 350's and 211's
187's, concealed weapons, all the
Tear the fuckin club up with my what

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

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

Bitch I can make ya ? (ba bum)
Make ya ? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
Gang related (ba bum)
I can make the (ba bum)
Make ? kim wood? (ba bum)
your 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 shit
When shit jumps, I'm the theme
Like thorazine, the cling to it
I mean to do it
The music me do it, it made me loose it
Got my playin tricks
Now my nine can't stop shit
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 street doing the electric slide, you shoulda it out
It got me out, hustlin makin scrilla
After every I got to say nigga
Like up nigga?
Let's smoke blunt 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 flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for filthy hoes
nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related
Hater's gotta mine or the next time get strangulated
Rap a lot me, I told em that I had a gun in me
Loony as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck front of me
Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles
a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don't faze me
They say when I rap you wouldn't be alive
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for 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, 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, oakland 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 this shit in back
For the one nine twist
You know I'm sizzlin?
You know I'm sizzlin?
You know I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)