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)
shit, yeah
(done deal, bumbell)
New millenium nigga
(what, a nina)
The
Where the you at
(up in bitch)

(tech n9ne)
Uh, uh, introducin two of the regime's finest
(regime) a nina
And smoke a lot
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve niggas with the straight shh, uh nigga
(in back bitch)
that, I'm tired of not being of the bungalow shit
This for you nigga

It's bumbell bumbell, that's straight fire
That override your and the woofers
bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked up
Niggas stash my tape like in the bushes, it's that lethal
probably have you killing people, for real
Cops say it's illegal to have a yuk tape in your
Niggas keep going to jail for 11, and 211's
187's, concealed weapons, all the
Tear the fuckin up with my nigga what

n9ne]
That tech n9ne nigga, lyrically niggas on the grind
All the time you find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace
By the power of my niggas i'ma ride this like a rollercoaster
nobody fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa representin cosa nostra
So bust you're supposed to
We guaranteed this gon sell 'cause this shit's the bumbell

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

Bitch I can make ya ? (ba bum)
Make ya ? (ba bum)
the fans (ba bum)
Gang related (ba bum)
I can make the (ba bum)
Make ? kim wood? (ba bum)
your stereo (ba bum)
Make (ba bum)
dumpin on us, clunk clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my when 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 mind playin
Now my nine can't stop sprayin
Until the lay in a ditch
And when I played this shit it my speakers out
Looked out the I saw dope fiends and tweakers out in the
Middle of the street doing the electric slide, you peeped it out
It got me geeked out, makin scrilla
After every word I got to say
Like what's up
Let's smoke this nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got up nigga
You bumpin yuk
Oh that's the

x 2

[tech
We're now listening to the sounds of tech
I need no medication, I just packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, up for y'all filthy hoes
That nigga named n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related
Hater's gotta respect mine or the time get strangulated
Rap a lot summoned me, I em that I had a gun in me
Loony as a wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front 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 I rap you wouldn't be alive
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 feet to the flame
Got (ish) if you want 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, meets houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) (what)
Tech (regime shit)
Ish, uck,
you wanna do
Regime
Like that
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin shit in your back
For the one nine twist
You know I'm sizzlin?
You know I'm sizzlin?
You what I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)