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 millenium rhymers
(what, a nina)
The
the fuck you at
(up in bitch)

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

It's bumbell, that's straight rapid fire
That override ampliphiers and the woofers
bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked up
Niggas stash my tape gats in the bushes, it's that lethal
probably have you killing people, for real
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 up with my nigga what

n9ne]
That tech n9ne nigga, blind niggas on the grind
All the time you will I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, ace ventura
By the of my dead niggas 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 'cause this shit's the bumbell

(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 sells
Us niggas with figures we releasin the bumbell

Bitch I can ya ? ven? (ba bum)
Make ya ? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
Gang dance (ba bum)
I can make the (ba bum)
Make ? kim wood? (ba bum)
Make your (ba bum)
calico (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, my shit when you in the mist to funk
Or get shit
shit jumps, I'm the theme music
Like thorazine, the cling to it
I mean to do it
The music me do it, it made me loose it
Got my playin tricks
Now my nine stop sprayin shit
the nigga lay in a ditch
And when I this shit it blew my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw fiends and tweakers out in the
of the street doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me out, hustlin makin scrilla
After every I got to say nigga
Like up nigga?
Let's smoke blunt nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up
You bumpin yuk
Oh the bumbell

x 2

[tech
We're now listening to the sounds of tech
I don't need no medication, I just packs my flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all hoes
nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related
Hater's gotta respect mine or the next time get
Rap a lot summoned me, I told em I had a gun in me
Loony as a wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles daily
Under a lot of and on a bus on a broken mirror don't faze me
They say tech when I rap you wouldn't be
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, live
We bringin heat to the game, deep when we
Niggas fucked up and put they feet to the
Got that (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) I'm a it
That (haaaa) got thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell

x 2

[tech (yukmouth)
(live and direct)
Kc oakland, oakland meets houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) (what)
n9ne (regime shit)
Ish, uck,
you wanna do
Regime
Like that
Me and yuknouth up in this puttin this shit in your back
For the one nine twist
You know what I'm
You know what I'm
You know what I'm
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)