Luyện nghe bài hát Bumbell

[tech (yukmouth)
killas, ah
What the
(it's lethal)
poppin
Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine twist bitch
(uh, that shit)
shit, yeah
(done deal, bumbell)
New rhymers nigga
(what, a nina)
The
the fuck 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)
Let's serve these with the straight shh, uh nigga
(in back bitch)
Fuck that, I'm tired of not of the bungalow shit
This for you nigga

It's bumbell bumbell, that's straight fire
That your ampliphiers and the woofers
Your bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up wires cooked up
Niggas stash my tape gats in the bushes, it's that lethal
It'll probably you killing people, for real
Cops say it's illegal to have a yuk tape in your
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 n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind
All the time you find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, ace ventura
By the power of my dead i'ma ride this like a rollercoaster
Ain't nobody fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa representin nostra
So bust like supposed to
We this gon sell 'cause this shit's the bumbell nigga

(tech n9ne)] x 2
(ba bum)
This shit is (ba bum)
Your deleted (ba bum)
And you need it (ba bum)
We drunk and
As long as this rap shit
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 the hood (ba bum)
Make ? kim wood? (ba bum)
Make your (ba bum)
calico (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk clunk go the
Grab the pump, bang my shit when you in the to funk
Or get crunked
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 mind tricks
Now my nine can't stop sprayin
Until the 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 the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin makin
After word I got to say nigga
Like what's up
Let's 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 sounds of n9ne
I don't need no medication, I just my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all hoes
That nigga named tech n9ne is a 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 mirror 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 when we
fucked 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, meets houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) (what)
Tech (regime shit)
Ish, uck,
What you do
Regime
that nigga
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 what I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)