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 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) a nina
And smoke a lot
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve these 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, that's straight rapid fire
That your ampliphiers and the woofers
Your bass tube ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked up
Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's lethal
It'll probably have you people, for real
Cops say it's illegal to a yuk tape in your possesion
Niggas keep going to jail for 11, 350's and
187's, weapons, all the above
Tear the fuckin club up my nigga what

[tech
That tech n9ne nigga, blind niggas on the grind
All the you will find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the from missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace
By the power of my dead niggas i'ma this like a rollercoaster
Ain't nobody fuckin my niggas I'm the killa representin cosa nostra
So bust like you're to
We guaranteed this gon sell 'cause this shit's the nigga

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

Bitch I can ya ? ven? (ba bum)
Make ya ? (ba bum)
the fans (ba bum)
Gang dance (ba bum)
I can make the (ba bum)
Make your ? kim (ba bum)
your stereo (ba bum)
Make (ba bum)
They on us, clunk clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my shit you in the mist to funk
Or get shit
shit jumps, I'm the theme music
Like thorazine, the fiends to it
I didn't to do it
The made me do it, it made me loose it
Got my playin tricks
Now my nine can't stop shit
the nigga lay in a ditch
And when I this shit it blew my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw dope fiends and out in the
Middle of the street doing the electric slide, you 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 fucked up
You bumpin yuk
Oh that's the

x 2

[tech
We're now to the sounds of tech n9ne
I need no medication, I just packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for filthy hoes
That nigga tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related
Hater's gotta mine or the next time get strangulated
Rap a lot me, I told em that I had a gun in me
Loony as a nigga wanna be, get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, poles daily
Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a mirror don't faze me
They say when I rap you wouldn't be alive
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's
We bringin heat to the game, deep when we
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 oakland, oakland meets houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) (what)
n9ne (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 know I'm sizzlin?
You what I'm sizzlin?
You know I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)