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, regime 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, introducin two of the finest
(regime) a nina
And smoke a lot
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh
(in your bitch)
Fuck that, I'm tired of not being of the bungalow
bumbell for you nigga

It's bumbell bumbell, that's straight fire
override your 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 you killing people, for real
Cops say it's illegal to a yuk tape in your possesion
Niggas keep going to for 11, 350's and 211's
187's, concealed weapons, all the
Tear the fuckin club up my nigga what

[tech
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
when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace ventura
By the of my dead niggas i'ma ride 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 '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 with figures we keep releasin the bumbell

Bitch I can make ya ? (ba bum)
ya ? land? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
Gang dance (ba bum)
I can the hood (ba bum)
your ? kim wood? (ba bum)
Make stereo (ba bum)
calico (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk go the trunk
the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to funk
Or get shit
When shit jumps, I'm the music
Like thorazine, the cling to it
I didn't to do it
The music me do it, it made me loose it
Got my mind playin
Now my nine can't stop shit
Until the lay in a ditch
And when I played this shit it blew my out
Looked out the window I saw fiends and tweakers out in the
Middle of the 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, got caught, got fucked up nigga
You yuk nigga?
Oh that's the

x 2

[tech
We're now listening to the sounds of n9ne
I don't need no medication, I just packs my 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 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 weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don't me
They say tech when I rap you wouldn't be
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for five, bumbell's live
We bringin heat to the game, when we came
fucked up and put they feet to the flame
Got that (ish) if you want it, a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm hunted, the

x 2

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