Luyện nghe bài hát Bumbell

[tech (yukmouth)
killas, ah
What the
(it's lethal)
What's
niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine nine twist 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, what uh, introducin two of the regime's
(regime) tech a
And a lot himself
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve these niggas with the shh, uh nigga
(in your bitch)
Fuck that, I'm of not being of the bungalow shit
This bumbell for you

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

[tech
That tech n9ne nigga, lyrically blind on the grind
All the time you will find I define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from
Quick when I rip shit this animalistic, fuck ace ventura
By the power of my dead niggas i'ma ride like a rollercoaster
Ain't nobody fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa representin 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 shit is (ba bum)
shit's deleted (ba bum)
And when you it (ba bum)
We and weeded
As long as rap shit sells
Us niggas with figures we keep the bumbell

Bitch I can make ya ? (ba bum)
Make ya ? (ba bum)
the fans (ba bum)
Gang dance (ba bum)
I can the hood (ba bum)
Make ? kim wood? (ba bum)
your 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 shit
When jumps, I'm the theme music
Like thorazine, the fiends to it
I mean to do it
The music me do it, it made me loose it
Got my playin tricks
Now my nine can't sprayin shit
Until the lay in a ditch
And I played this shit it blew my speakers out
Looked out the I saw dope fiends and tweakers out in the
of the street doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin makin
After word I got to say nigga
Like up nigga?
Let's this blunt nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got up nigga
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 my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, up for y'all filthy hoes
That nigga 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 nigga be, kindly get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin 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 lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's live
We heat to the game, deep when we came
Niggas fucked up and put they to the flame
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 meets oakland, meets houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) (what)
Tech (regime shit)
Ish, uck,
What you do
Regime
Like that
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your
For the one nine twist
You know I'm sizzlin?
You know what I'm
You what I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)