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 millenium rhymers
(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 of not being of the bungalow shit
bumbell for you nigga

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

n9ne]
That tech n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the
All the time you will find I spiritually 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 i'ma ride this a rollercoaster
Ain't nobody fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa representin cosa
So bust like you're 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 long as this rap sells
Us with figures we keep releasin the bumbell

Bitch I can ya ? ven? (ba bum)
Make ya ? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
related dance (ba bum)
I can make the (ba bum)
Make your ? kim (ba bum)
your stereo (ba bum)
Make (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my shit when you in the to funk
Or get shit
When shit jumps, I'm the music
thorazine, the fiends cling to it
I mean to do it
The music made me do it, it made me it
Got my mind playin
Now my nine can't stop sprayin
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
of the street doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, makin scrilla
After every word I got to say
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 packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for filthy hoes
That nigga named tech 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 nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck from 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 tech when I rap you be alive
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for five, bumbell's live
We bringin heat to the game, when we came
Niggas fucked up and put feet to the flame
Got that (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) I'm a it
That (haaaa) got niggas 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,
What you do
crew
Like that
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this in your back
For the one nine twist
You what I'm sizzlin?
You know what I'm
You know I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)