Luyện nghe bài hát Bump Shit

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

stuck,
Crucified you'll don't try your luck,
cut 'em up
Run through and mc's they can suck my dick
The hieroglyphic bring em down to earth
They're worthless worse since the
And I'm
Offending they can't accept it
Inside he hide his fear of that shit was weary
And I hear he be coming off the top
He better and give me fifty
Cause if he don't shape up I what's mine
And at your title, what you write I'll
Polish up your skills just forget all
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 leave the bic
You're is basic, youll get erased quick
to fantasizing
You're and deny 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 gotta to do the kind of that I hate?
I find shit to be fake,
Your mind ain't fit to
see you later, mack
Accidents to happen
Trying to fade the
They bags is broke when they him
Cause I the mack,
See that's an everyday
You can peep these hoes jocking in we hang
I gets game from 'em, see hieroglyphics from the
side of o.
Getting when we try to go
To these funk
With a grudge written
Rappers come
But plus hold the mic and slap you with the shit
Them jock me the most,
Wish I was
When them jumped donnie and los
We own all in the solar system
You gets dropped when the souls come reposessing
With the wisdom
And the beat it just and I hold the rhythm
Souls of mischief is the

To all you crews we was weak as you
Well you listen to a doozy,
lucky that we dissaprove and frown
At candy coated cartoon clown shit
We don't allow it, (naw that make us some hypocrites)
You yourself into popping lip and jest
saving face but catch it in the chest
So just abate your
To your _________
he eat the best rhymer
Stop your up with jemima
I got the 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 the shit just dump out on the sidewalk
And then would I sqawk
And nonsense
Ripping shit long as I'm conscious
And even in your you'll fiend and follow it
No paths you better quit 'for and get with the
lunchmeats
Suckers pads
Of something lack the gumption get when we up in the house
are fake
They gettin baked to penetrate the inferno
I surround the wit
Cause to the highest degrees marvel over me
I never getting rid of them
perishing embarassing as the air gets thin
I stare em in the eyes before I them in
Its no to the immaculate
You get ramshackled the mic
with the javelin for rattling off at the lip
(get off my dick)
But you can think I stigmatized if you tried
circumstantial
You niggas are with the mic
In avalanche you don't have a chance just to
The beat I'm for bics
Niggas trying to come to but its
Inevitable you'll never
Execution is your only
So retrace your steps or face death