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 bitch
(uh, that shit)
Regime shit,
(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 a lot himself
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve niggas with the straight shh, uh nigga
(in your bitch)
Fuck that, I'm tired of not being of the bungalow
bumbell for you nigga

It's bumbell bumbell, that's straight rapid
That override your 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 lethal
It'll probably have you killing people, for
Cops say illegal to have a yuk tape in your possesion
Niggas keep going to jail for 11, 350's and
187's, concealed weapons, all the
Tear the fuckin club up with my what

n9ne]
That tech n9ne nigga, blind niggas on the grind
All the time you will find I define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, ace ventura
By the of my dead niggas i'ma ride this 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 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 drunk and
As long as this rap shit
Us niggas with figures we keep the bumbell

Bitch I can make ya ? (ba bum)
ya ? land? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
Gang related (ba bum)
I can the hood (ba bum)
Make ? kim wood? (ba bum)
your stereo (ba bum)
Make (ba bum)
They on us, clunk clunk go the trunk
the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to funk
Or get shit
When jumps, I'm the theme music
Like thorazine, the fiends to it
I didn't to do it
The music made me do it, it me loose it
Got my playin tricks
Now my nine can't sprayin shit
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 doing the electric slide, you shoulda it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin scrilla
every word I got to say nigga
Like what's up
smoke this blunt nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up
You bumpin yuk
Oh the bumbell

x 2

[tech
We're now to the sounds of tech n9ne
I don't need no medication, I packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, up for y'all filthy hoes
That nigga named tech n9ne is a on gang 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 be, kindly get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles daily
Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don't me
They say tech when I rap you be alive
that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's live
We bringin heat to the game, when we came
fucked up and put they feet to the flame
Got that (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) I'm a it
That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm hunted, the

x 2

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