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 twist bitch
(uh, regime 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 smoke a lot
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's these 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, straight rapid fire
That override your ampliphiers and the
Your bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with cooked up
Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's lethal
probably have you killing people, for real
Cops say it's illegal to have a yuk tape in possesion
Niggas keep going to jail for 11, 350's and
187's, weapons, all the above
Tear the fuckin club up with my what

[tech
That tech nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind
All the time you will find I define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip animalistic, fuck ace ventura
By the power of my niggas i'ma ride this like a rollercoaster
Ain't nobody fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa representin nostra
So bust like supposed to
We this gon sell 'cause 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 drunk and
As long as this rap sells
Us with figures we keep releasin the bumbell

Bitch I can make ya ? (ba bum)
ya ? land? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
related dance (ba bum)
I can make the (ba bum)
Make your ? kim (ba bum)
Make stereo (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 fiends to it
I mean to do it
The music made me do it, it me loose it
Got my mind tricks
Now my nine can't stop shit
Until the nigga lay in a
And when I played this 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
every word I got to say nigga
Like what's up
Let's this blunt nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got up nigga
You yuk nigga?
Oh the bumbell

x 2

[tech
We're now to the sounds of tech n9ne
I don't need no medication, I just packs my flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for filthy hoes
That nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang
Hater's gotta respect mine or the time get strangulated
Rap a lot summoned me, I told em I had a gun in me
Loony as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck from of me
Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin daily
a lot of weight 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
fucked up and put they feet to the flame
Got that (ish) if you it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
(haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell

x 2

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