Luyện nghe bài hát Bumbell

[tech (yukmouth)
killas, ah
What the
(it's lethal)
What's
Regime niggas in motherfucker for the one nine nine twist bitch
(uh, that shit)
Regime shit,
(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) a nina
And smoke a lot
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve niggas with 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
That your ampliphiers and the woofers
Your bass tube hook ups shut the up with wires cooked up
stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's that lethal
It'll probably you killing people, for real
Cops say it's to have a yuk tape in your possesion
Niggas keep to jail for 11, 350's and 211's
187's, weapons, all the above
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 purer missour-a
Quick when I rip trip this animalistic, fuck 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 cosa nostra
So bust like you're to
We guaranteed this gon sell this shit's the bumbell nigga

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

Bitch I can ya ? ven? (ba bum)
ya ? land? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
Gang related (ba bum)
I can make the (ba bum)
Make ? kim wood? (ba bum)
Make stereo (ba bum)
calico (ba bum)
They on us, clunk 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 theme
thorazine, the fiends cling to it
I didn't to do it
The music me do it, it made me loose it
Got my mind playin
Now my nine stop sprayin shit
Until the lay in a ditch
And when I played shit it blew my speakers out
Looked out the 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 makin
After word I got to say nigga
Like what's up
Let's smoke this blunt
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up
You yuk nigga?
Oh that's the

x 2

[tech
We're now to the sounds of tech n9ne
I don't need no medication, I just packs my crispy
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for filthy hoes
That nigga named n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related
Hater's gotta respect mine or the time get strangulated
Rap a lot summoned me, I 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 daily
Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror faze me
They say tech when I rap you be alive
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's
We bringin to the game, deep 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 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 up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your back
For the one nine nine
You what I'm sizzlin?
You what I'm sizzlin?
You know I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)