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

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

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

[tech
That tech nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind
All the time you will find I spiritually define nigga, killa
I'm the purer from
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace
By the power of my dead niggas i'ma ride like a rollercoaster
nobody fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa representin cosa nostra
So bust like supposed to
We guaranteed this gon sell 'cause this the bumbell nigga

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

Bitch I can make ya ? (ba bum)
ya ? land? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
related dance (ba bum)
I can make the (ba bum)
Make ? kim wood? (ba bum)
Make your (ba bum)
Make (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk go the trunk
the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to funk
Or get shit
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 made me it
Got my playin tricks
Now my nine can't stop sprayin
Until the nigga lay in a
And when I played this shit it my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw dope and tweakers out in the
Middle of the street doing the electric slide, you shoulda it out
It got me geeked out, makin scrilla
After every word I got to say
what's up nigga?
Let's smoke this blunt
Oh, got caught, got fucked up nigga
You bumpin yuk
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 flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all filthy
That nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on related
Hater's gotta respect mine or the time get strangulated
Rap a lot me, I told em that I had a gun in me
Loony as a nigga wanna be, get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, poles daily
Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a mirror don't faze me
They say tech I rap you wouldn't be alive
that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve 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 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, meets houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) (what)
Tech (regime shit)
Ish, uck,
What you do
crew
Like that
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your
For the one nine twist
You know I'm sizzlin?
You know I'm sizzlin?
You know what I'm
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)