Luyện nghe bài hát Bump Shit

"its
Ill plusta d.,
O. lindsey,
T. massey so whatchyou be? ?
Us!!
Just peep the and thump,
You got no choice
So throw your up!"

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

Why you gotta to do the kind of shit that I
I find your to be fake,
Your ain't fit to create
see you later, mack
Accidents to happen
Trying to the adam
They bags is broke when they him
Cause I the mack,
See that's an thing
You can peep these hoes jocking in whenever we
I gets from 'em, see hieroglyphics came from the
East of o.
Getting jocked we try to go
To these funk
With a grudge written
Rappers come
But hold the mic and slap you with the bump shit
hoes jock me the most,
Wish I was
When them jumped donnie and los
We own all mics in the system
You gets dropped the souls come reposessing props
With the older
And the beat it just and I hold the rhythm
Souls of mischief is the

To all you thinkin we was weak as you
Well you listen to a doozy,
lucky that we dissaprove and frown
At that candy coated cartoon shit
We don't allow it, (naw that would make us hypocrites)
You scared yourself into popping lip and
Suckers saving face but it in the chest
So just your haste
To your _________
he eat the best rhymer
Stop your up with jemima
I got the tool ____ of the drama
Yo but that's madness, my shit's the
If I have hits, I'd persist to pump
My to capacity till the shit just dump out on the sidewalk
And only then would I
And babble
this shit long as I'm conscious
And even in your dreams you'll and follow it
No paths you better quit y'all and get with the
lunchmeats
Suckers smoke
Of something the gumption get smacked when we up in the house
are fake
They gettin baked trying to the inferno
I the microphone wit
Cause to the highest mc's marvel over me
I reconsider getting rid of them
They perishing as the air gets thin
I stare em in the eyes I wear them in
Its no comparison to the
You get with the mic
Lanced the javelin for rattling off at the lip
(get off my dick)
But you can think I stigmatized if you tried
It's
You are unadvanced with the mic
In avalanche you don't have a just dance to
The beat I'm notorious for
Niggas trying to come to but its
Inevitable you'll know
Execution is only resoultion
So retrace your steps or your death