Luyện nghe bài hát Bump Shit

"its
Ill plusta d.,
O. lindsey,
T. massey so whatchyou be? ?
Us!!
Just the bump and thump,
You ain't got no
So throw hands up!"

stuck,
Crucified you'll don't try your luck,
cut 'em up
Run through and ruin they can suck my dick
The hieroglyphic kingdom bring em down to
They're worthless worse the beginning
And I'm
Offending mc's can't accept it
Inside he his fear of theory that shit was weary
And I he don't be coming off the top
He better and give me fifty
Cause if he shape up I take what's mine
And at your title, what you I'll demolish
Polish up your skills forget all this
Call it it's overwhelming
You keep failing to
You're sluggish, I'll put a fake mc to
I got pages for the amazes
Fazes my opponent leave the bic
You're flow is basic, youll get quick
to fantasizing
You're wack and the fact that I win
Ease the pain, I remain the king
I a lullaby to nullify the lazy ass lame
mc
Even a nameless mc gets
So we out to em
Direct from o.

Why you gotta to do the of shit that I hate?
I your shit to be fake,
mind ain't fit to create
Cease see you later,
waitin to happen
Trying to fade the
They bags is when they attack him
Cause I the mack,
See an everyday thing
You can peep these jocking in whenever we hang
I game from 'em, see hieroglyphics came from the
side of o.
Getting when we try to go
To these funk
With a grudge overnight
Rappers wishin
But hold the mic and slap you with the bump shit
hoes jock me the most,
Wish I was
When cowards jumped donnie and los
We own all in the solar system
You gets dropped when the souls come props
With the wisdom
And the beat it just drops and I the rhythm
Souls of mischief is the

To all you crews we was weak as you
Well would you to a doozy,
You're lucky that we dissaprove and
At that candy cartoon clown shit
We don't it, (naw that would make us some hypocrites)
You scared yourself into popping lip and
Suckers saving face but it in the chest
So just abate haste
To activate your
Cause he eat the rhymer
Stop your up with jemima
I got the tool ____ of the drama
Yo but that's madness, my the bump
If I didn't have hits, I'd persist to
My mind to capacity till the just dump out on the sidewalk
And only would I sqawk
And nonsense
Ripping this shit long as I'm
And even in dreams you'll fiend and follow it
No paths you better quit 'for y'all and get the
lunchmeats
Suckers pads
Of something lack the gumption get smacked when we up in the
are fake
They gettin baked trying to penetrate the
I the microphone wit
Cause to the highest degrees mc's over me
I reconsider getting rid of them
They perishing as the air gets thin
I em in the eyes before I wear them in
Its no comparison to the
You get ramshackled the mic
Lanced with the javelin for off at the lip
(get off my dick)
But you can what'f I stigmatized if you tried
circumstantial
You niggas are with the mic
In you don't have a chance just dance to
The beat I'm for bics
Niggas trying to to grips but its
you'll never know
Execution is your only
So your steps or face your death