Luyện nghe bài hát Bump Shit

"its
Ill phesto d.,
O. lindsey,
T. massey so wanna be? ?
Us!!
peep the bump and thump,
You ain't got no
So your hands up!"

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

Why you to do the kind of shit that I hate?
I find your to be fake,
mind ain't fit to create
Cease see you later,
Accidents waitin to
Trying to the adam
bags is broke when they attack him
Cause I the mack,
See an everyday thing
You can peep these hoes jocking in we hang
I gets game 'em, see hieroglyphics came from the
East of o.
Getting jocked we try to go
To these funk
With a written overnight
Rappers come
But plus the mic and slap you with the bump shit
Them hoes me the most,
Wish I was
When them cowards jumped and los
We own all in the solar system
You dropped when the souls come reposessing props
With the wisdom
And the beat it just and I hold the rhythm
Souls of is the coldest

To all you thinkin we was weak as you
Well would you to a doozy,
You're lucky that we dissaprove and
At candy coated cartoon clown shit
We don't allow it, (naw that make us some hypocrites)
You scared yourself into lip and jest
Suckers saving but catch it in the chest
So abate your haste
To activate _________
Cause he eat the best
Stop your crew up with
I got the tool just 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 shit just out on the sidewalk
And only would I sqawk
And babble
Ripping this shit long as I'm
And even in your you'll fiend and follow it
No paths you better quit 'for and get with the
Vocabulary
smoke pads
Of something lack the gumption get when we up in the house
are fake
They gettin baked to penetrate the inferno
I the microphone wit
Cause to the highest degrees marvel over me
I never reconsider rid of them
They perishing embarassing as the air gets
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 think I stigmatized if you tried
It's
You niggas are unadvanced the mic
In avalanche you don't have a just dance to
The beat I'm notorious for
Niggas to come to grips but its
Inevitable never know
Execution is your resoultion
So retrace your steps or face your