Luyện nghe bài hát Bump Shit

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

stuck,
Crucified you'll lose don't try luck,
cut 'em up
Run through and ruin mc's they can suck my
The kingdom bring em down to earth
They're worthless since the beginning
And I'm
Offending mc's they can't it
Inside he hide his fear of theory that shit was
And I hear he don't be off the top
He better and give me fifty
if he don't 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 it's
You keep failing to
sluggish, I'll put a fake mc to rest
I got for the courageous amazes
Fazes my opponent the microphone bic
You're flow is basic, get erased quick
Stick to
You're wack and deny the fact I win
Ease the pain, I remain the king
I sing a to nullify the lazy ass lame
mc
Even a nameless mc gets
So we out to em
from o. lindsey

Why you to do the kind of shit that I hate?
I find shit to be fake,
Your ain't fit to create
Cease see you later,
Accidents to happen
to fade the adam
They bags is broke when attack him
Cause I the mack,
See an everyday thing
You can peep these hoes jocking in we hang
I gets from 'em, see hieroglyphics came from the
East of o.
Getting when we try to go
To funk missions
With a grudge overnight
come wishin
But plus hold the mic and slap you the bump shit
Them hoes me the most,
Wish I was
When cowards jumped donnie and los
We own all mics in the solar
You gets dropped when the souls reposessing props
With the older
And the it just drops and I hold 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 and frown
At that candy cartoon clown shit
We allow it, (naw that would make us some hypocrites)
You scared yourself popping lip and jest
Suckers face but catch it in the chest
So just abate your
To activate your
he eat the best rhymer
Stop your crew up jemima
I got the tool just of the drama
Yo but madness, my shit's the bump
If I didn't have hits, I'd to pump
My mind to capacity till the shit just dump out on the
And only then I sqawk
And babble
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 smoke
Of something lack the gumption get smacked when we up in the
Niggas are
They gettin baked trying to the inferno
I the microphone wit
Cause to the highest degrees mc's over me
I never reconsider getting rid of
They perishing as the air gets thin
I stare em in the before 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 what'f I stigmatized if you tried
circumstantial
You niggas are unadvanced the mic
In avalanche you don't have a just dance to
The beat I'm notorious for
trying to come to grips but its
Inevitable you'll know
Execution is only resoultion
So retrace your steps or your death