Luyện nghe bài hát Bump Shit

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

stuck,
Crucified you'll lose don't try luck,
cut 'em up
Run and ruin mc's they can suck my dick
The kingdom bring em down to earth
worthless worse since the beginning
And I'm
Offending they can't accept it
Inside he hide his of theory that shit was weary
And I hear he be coming off the top
He drop and give me fifty
Cause if he don't shape up I take what's
And at your title, what you I'll demolish
Polish up skills just forget all this
Call it quits overwhelming
You failing to impress
You're sluggish, I'll put a mc to rest
I got pages for the courageous
my opponent leave the microphone bic
You're flow is basic, get erased quick
Stick to
You're wack and deny the 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
from o. lindsey

Why you to do the kind of shit that I hate?
I find your to be fake,
Your mind ain't fit to
Cease see you later,
Accidents waitin to
Trying to fade the
They bags is when they attack 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 came from the
side of o.
Getting when we try to go
To these missions
With a written overnight
Rappers come
But plus hold the mic and slap you the bump shit
Them hoes me the most,
I was there
When them cowards jumped and los
We own all mics in the system
You gets dropped when the come reposessing props
With the wisdom
And the beat it just drops and I hold the
of mischief is the coldest

To all you thinkin 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 don't allow it, (naw would make us some hypocrites)
You scared into popping lip and jest
saving face but catch it in the chest
So abate your haste
To activate _________
Cause he eat the best
your crew up with jemima
I got the tool just ____ of the
Yo but that's madness, my shit's the
If I have hits, I'd persist to pump
My mind to capacity till the shit just dump out on the
And only then would I
And babble
this shit long as I'm conscious
And even in your dreams you'll fiend and 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 trying to the inferno
I the microphone wit
to the highest degrees mc's marvel over me
I reconsider getting rid of them
They perishing embarassing as the air gets
I stare em in the eyes before I 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 if you tried
circumstantial
You are unadvanced with the mic
In avalanche you don't have a chance just to
The I'm notorious for bics
Niggas trying to come to but its
Inevitable you'll know
is your only resoultion
So your steps or face your death