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 scrapin' resin so I'm for a sack
All I learn, I'll for burn
got my back

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

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

Well I'm pig that the bitches talk about
Saint's they shout, you got all the clout
A day in the of a Kottonmouth King
1605... (fool me the bing)
Now the is off, I sway, push play
You hear Humble from a mile away
All the heads are bobbin' the bass is bumpin'
is mumblin'... (I gotta little somethin)
Well he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip
Sparked up a bowl and I a rip, trip
to a halt at an intersection
Turned up the music at my
in the back saying, "What do I see?
A full of freaks just staring at me."
D-Loc was right was in the Range Rover
Looked over my shoulder, I pulled 'em all
They got out of the car and to my side
I said "Hello ladies 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 again I 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 in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump,
the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck

Saint Dog down for the suburban pride...

And I was my life 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 and rock the mic
'cause if I don't it then another sucker will
And if you don't jock it I can't pay the bill
Trip Daddy X threw me out on (Hey!)
Said Saint represent for the age
damn year, my face is up in rays
Got that ring in my labeled 16 gauge

Nah, Saint Dog, I hunt ducks a 12 gauge
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,
We're the Kings and we don't give a fuck

Bump, Bump, Bump,
That's the sounds of the while they hittin' in my trunk
Bump, 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 is crazy not wooka waaka lazy
If you chill with me I'll be to... (blaze thee)
Plant you in the let you drift like a daisy
shits in my system makes my life kinda hazy
My momma, my poppa I think I should tell
The j got to my head, it up my cerebellum
about time to compute your math
'cause my beats keep bumpin' like a
See I've before but never like this
Straight to my mind put my brain on a
I fake the funk when I smokin' on da skunk
40 bowl evil get my pink eye drunk
And like Mickey Mantle, I can switch my
I'm a supercharged that's electrically enhanced
My flows are silky soft... like I and my lesson
And now a lyricist, in motion
To each and to I cause a commotion
Cops smellin' money takin' off with my
Farewell to all and to all night
I'll leave ya these out all night..
Wait, Wait, Wait you said ????? shit will suck you up
Get off the and rock the bump

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