Luyện nghe bài hát Bump

Creep creep, I'm on the creep for the kind bud
O.C. late night, rollin' in the
Sick of resin so I'm lookin' for a sack
All I learn, head for burn
got my back

Better rip shit, rip it
Yeah, this is that 1605
The real Huntington Beach backyard fuckin' garage

Bump, Bump,
That's the of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Bump, Bump, Bump
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we give a fuck

Well I'm that pig that the bitches talk
Saint's they shout, you got all the clout
A day in the life of a King
1605... (fool me the bing)
Now the stereo is off, I sway, push
You hear Humble Gods from a mile
All the heads are bobbin' the bass is bumpin'
D-Loc is mumblin'... (I gotta somethin)
Well he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip
Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip,
Came to a at an intersection
Turned up the at my discretion
D-Loc in the saying, "What do I see?
A jeep full of freaks staring at me."
D-Loc was they was in the Range Rover
Looked my shoulder, I pulled 'em all over
got out of the car and stepped to my side
I said "Hello let's take a ride"
I'm Saint Dog, D-Loc the man
Daddy X is the one that's the van
So on in and don't be shy
We're gonna the doors and let the games be fly
again I said it my name's S-T
It's just another day of a

Bump, Bump,
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my
Bump, Bump, Bump
We're the Kings and we don't give a fuck

Dog putting down for the suburban pride...

And I was livin' my on the 9 to 5
Up early in the trying to survive
A change, it's a shame with no education
No inspiration, no
But now my is to do what I like
Keep the crowd moving and the mic
'cause if I don't rock it then sucker will
And if you don't jock it I can't pay the bill
Trip X threw me out on stage (Hey!)
Saint represent for the under age
Same year, my face is up in rays
Got ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge

Nah, Saint Dog, I hunt ducks with a 12
And when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real
Get me on the court my skills put you in amaze
a twine all day

Bump, Bump, Bump,
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my
Bump, Bump, Bump
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we give a fuck

Bump, Bump, Bump,
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my
Bump, Bump, Bump
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we give a fuck

Bump, Bump, Bump,
That's the sounds of the 15's they hittin' in my trunk
Bump, Bump, Bump...

D-Loc's on the rip rip's it up!

the unpolitical, psychoanalytical
Undefeated champ that stick you fool
My style is not wooka waaka lazy
If you chill me I'll be sure to... (blaze thee)
Plant you in the ground let you like a daisy
That shits in my makes my life kinda hazy
My momma, my poppa I think I should tell
The j got to my head, it up my cerebellum
It's about time to compute your
'cause my beats keep like a seismograph
See I've tripped but never like this
Straight to my mind put my brain on a
I won't fake the funk I smokin' on da skunk
That 40 evil get my pink eye drunk
And like Mickey Mantle, I can switch my
I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically
My flows are silky soft... like I and my lesson
And now a lyricist, poetry in
To each and to each I a commotion
Cops smellin' money takin' off my portion
Farewell to all and to all good
I'll leave ya ????? out all night..
Wait, Wait, Wait you said that shit will suck you up
Get off the and rock the bump

Bump, bump, bump,
That's the sounds of the while they hittin' in my trunk
Said bump, bump,
the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!
Biatch!