Luyện nghe bài hát Bump Shit

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

stuck,
Crucified lose don't try your luck,
cut 'em up
Run through and ruin mc's they can suck my
The hieroglyphic bring em down to earth
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 hear he 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 I'll demolish
up your skills just forget all this
Call it quits 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 erased
to fantasizing
You're wack and deny the 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 shit to be fake,
Your mind ain't fit to
Cease see you later,
waitin to happen
Trying to fade the
They bags is broke they attack him
I play the mack,
See an everyday thing
You can peep these hoes jocking in whenever we
I game from 'em, see hieroglyphics came from the
East of o.
Getting jocked we try to go
To these funk
With a written overnight
Rappers wishin
But plus hold the mic and slap you with the shit
hoes jock me the most,
Wish I was
When them cowards jumped and los
We own all in the solar system
You gets dropped when the souls come props
the older wisdom
And the beat it just drops and I the rhythm
Souls of is the coldest

To all you thinkin we was weak as you
Well you listen to a doozy,
You're lucky we dissaprove and frown
At that candy cartoon clown shit
We don't allow it, (naw that make us some hypocrites)
You scared yourself into lip and jest
Suckers face but catch it in the chest
So just abate haste
To activate your
Cause he eat the best
your crew up with jemima
I got the tool just ____ of the
Yo but madness, my shit's the bump
If I didn't hits, I'd persist to pump
My mind to capacity the shit just dump out on the sidewalk
And only then I sqawk
And babble
Ripping 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 lack the gumption get smacked we up in the house
Niggas are
They baked trying to penetrate the inferno
I the microphone wit
Cause to the highest degrees marvel over me
I reconsider getting rid of them
They perishing embarassing as the air thin
I stare em in the before I wear them in
Its no comparison to the
You get ramshackled the mic
Lanced the javelin for rattling off at the lip
(get off my dick)
But you can think what'f I stigmatized if you
circumstantial
You niggas are with the mic
In avalanche you don't have a chance dance to
The beat I'm for bics
Niggas trying to to grips but its
Inevitable you'll know
Execution is your resoultion
So retrace your or face your death