Luyện nghe bài hát Bump

Creep creep, I'm on the creep for the kind bud
O.C. late night, in the V-Dub
Sick of resin so I'm lookin' for a sack
All I learn, I'll head for
BSO's got my

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

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

Well I'm pig that the bitches talk about
what 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, play
You hear Humble Gods from a away
All the are bobbin' cause the bass is bumpin'
is mumblin'... (I gotta little somethin)
Well he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip
up a bowl and I took a rip, trip
Came to a at an intersection
Turned up the music at my
in the back saying, "What do I see?
A jeep full of just staring at me."
D-Loc was right they was in the Rover
Looked my shoulder, I pulled 'em all over
got out of the car and stepped to my side
I said "Hello ladies let's a ride"
I'm Dog, that's D-Loc the man
X is the one that's driving the van
So climb on in and be shy
We're close the doors and let the games be fly
Once again I it my name's S-T
It's another 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 Kottonmouth 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 early in the morning to survive
A chump change, a shame with no education
No inspiration, no
But now my occupation is to do 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
Daddy X threw me out on stage (Hey!)
Said Saint for the under age
Same damn year, my face is up in
Got that 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 my skills will put you in amaze
a twine all day

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

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

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

It's the unpolitical,
champ that will stick you fool
My style is crazy not wooka waaka
If you chill with me I'll be to... (blaze thee)
Plant you in the let you drift like a daisy
That shits in my makes my life kinda hazy
My momma, my poppa I I should tell them
The j got to my head, it fucked up my
It's about time to compute your
'cause my beats bumpin' like a seismograph
See I've tripped before but never like
Straight to my put my brain on a bliss
I won't fake the when I smokin' on da skunk
That 40 bowl evil get my eye drunk
And like Mickey Mantle, I can my stance
I'm a supercharged baller electrically enhanced
My are silky soft... like I write and my lesson
And now a lyricist, in motion
To each and to I cause a commotion
Cops money takin' off with my portion
to all and to all good night
I'll leave ya these out all night..
Wait, Wait, Wait you said ????? that will suck you up
Get off the ????? and rock the

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!
Biatch!