Luyện nghe bài hát Bump Shit

"its
Ill phesto d.,
O. lindsey,
T. massey so wanna be? ?
Us!!
Just peep the and thump,
You ain't got no
So throw 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 hieroglyphic kingdom bring em down to
worthless worse since the beginning
And I'm
Offending mc's they accept it
he hide his fear of theory that shit was weary
And I hear he don't be off the top
He better and give me fifty
Cause if he don't shape up I take what's
And at your title, what you write I'll
Polish up your skills just all this
Call it quits overwhelming
You keep to impress
You're sluggish, I'll put a fake mc to
I got for the courageous amazes
Fazes my leave the microphone bic
You're flow is basic, get erased quick
Stick to
wack and deny the fact that I win
Ease the pain, I remain the king
I sing a lullaby to nullify the lazy ass
mc
Even a nameless mc unfriendly
So we out to em
Direct 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,
waitin to happen
Trying to the adam
They bags is broke they attack him
Cause I the mack,
See that's an everyday
You can peep these hoes jocking in we hang
I gets from 'em, see hieroglyphics came from the
East of o.
jocked when we try to go
To these missions
With a grudge written
Rappers wishin
But plus hold the mic and slap you the bump shit
Them jock me the most,
I was there
When them cowards donnie and los
We own all in the solar system
You gets dropped the souls come reposessing props
With the older
And the beat it just drops and I the rhythm
Souls of mischief is the

To all you thinkin we was weak as you
Well would you to a doozy,
You're that we dissaprove and frown
At candy coated cartoon clown shit
We don't allow it, (naw that make us some hypocrites)
You scared yourself into popping lip and
saving face but catch it in the chest
So abate your haste
To your _________
Cause he eat the rhymer
your crew up with jemima
I got the tool just of the drama
Yo but madness, my shit's the bump
If I have hits, I'd persist to pump
My mind to capacity till the just dump out on the sidewalk
And then would I sqawk
And nonsense
this shit long as I'm conscious
And in your dreams you'll fiend and follow it
No paths you better 'for y'all and get with the
Vocabulary
Suckers smoke
Of something lack the gumption get smacked we up in the house
are fake
They gettin baked to penetrate the inferno
I surround the wit
Cause to the degrees mc's marvel over me
I reconsider getting rid of them
They perishing embarassing as the air gets
I em in the eyes before I wear them in
Its no to the immaculate
You get ramshackled the mic
Lanced with the for rattling 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 avalanche you don't a chance just dance to
The beat I'm for bics
Niggas trying to come to but its
you'll never know
Execution is your resoultion
So retrace your steps or face death