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 scrapin' resin so I'm for a sack
All I learn, head for burn
BSO's got my

rip that shit, rip it
Yeah, this is that shit
The real Huntington Beach backyard fuckin' style

Bump, Bump,
the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump,
the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck

Well I'm that pig that the bitches talk
Saint's what they shout, you got all the
A day in the life of a Kottonmouth
1605... (fool me the bing)
Now the is off, I sway, push play
You hear Humble Gods from a away
All the heads are bobbin' cause the bass is
is mumblin'... (I gotta little somethin)
Well then he me a Hornet and I took a sip
up a bowl and I took a rip, trip
Came to a halt at an
Turned up the music at my
in the back saying, "What do I see?
A jeep full of freaks staring at me."
D-Loc was right they was in the Rover
Looked my shoulder, I pulled 'em all over
They got out of the car and to my side
I said "Hello let's take a ride"
I'm Saint Dog, D-Loc the man
Daddy X is the one driving the van
So climb on in and be shy
We're close the doors and let the games be fly
Once I said it my name's S-T
It's just day of a P-T-B

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

Saint Dog down for the suburban pride...

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

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

Bump, Bump, Bump,
That's the sounds of the 15's while they in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump,
the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck

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

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

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

the unpolitical, psychoanalytical
Undefeated champ that will stick you
My style is crazy not wooka waaka
If you with me I'll be sure to... (blaze thee)
Plant you in the ground let you like a daisy
That shits in my system my life kinda hazy
My momma, my poppa I think I should tell
The j got to my head, it fucked up my
It's about to compute your math
'cause my beats keep bumpin' like a
See I've tripped before but like this
Straight to my mind put my on a bliss
I won't fake the when I smokin' on da skunk
That 40 bowl get my pink eye drunk
And like Mantle, I can switch my stance
I'm a supercharged that's electrically enhanced
My flows are silky soft... like I write and my
And now a lyricist, in motion
To each and to each I cause a
Cops smellin' money takin' off with my
Farewell to all and to all night
I'll ya these ????? out all night..
Wait, Wait, Wait you said ????? that shit will you up
Get off the ????? and the bump

Bump, bump, bump,
the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said bump, bump,
We're the Kings and we don't give a fuck!
Biatch!