Luyện nghe bài hát Bumbell

[tech (yukmouth)
killas, ah
What the
(it's lethal)
poppin
Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine nine bitch
(uh, that shit)
Regime shit,
(done deal, bumbell)
New rhymers nigga
(what, a nina)
The
the fuck 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
This 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 my tape like gats in the bushes, it's that lethal
probably have you killing people, for real
Cops say it's illegal to have a yuk in your possesion
Niggas keep going to jail for 11, and 211's
187's, weapons, all the above
the fuckin club up with my nigga what

[tech
That n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind
All the you will 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 representin cosa nostra
So bust like you're to
We guaranteed this gon '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 shit
Us niggas with figures we releasin the bumbell

Bitch I can ya ? ven? (ba bum)
ya ? land? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
Gang related (ba bum)
I can the hood (ba bum)
your ? kim wood? (ba bum)
Make stereo (ba bum)
Make (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my shit you in the mist to funk
Or get crunked
When shit jumps, I'm the theme
thorazine, the fiends cling to it
I mean to do it
The music made me do it, it made me it
Got my playin tricks
Now my nine can't stop sprayin
Until the lay in a ditch
And I played this shit it blew my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw fiends and tweakers out in the
Middle of the street doing the slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin makin
After every word I got to say
what's up nigga?
Let's smoke this blunt
Oh, yesterday got caught, got up nigga
You bumpin yuk
Oh the bumbell

x 2

[tech
We're now listening to the of tech n9ne
I need no medication, I just packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, up for y'all filthy hoes
That nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on related
Hater's gotta respect or the next time get strangulated
Rap a lot me, I told em that I had a gun in me
Loony as a wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin with a 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
that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve 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 it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell

x 2

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