Luyện nghe bài hát Bump Shit

"its
Ill plusta 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 try your luck,
cut 'em up
Run through and mc's they can suck my dick
The hieroglyphic kingdom bring em down to
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 he don't be coming off the top
He better drop and me fifty
if he don't shape up I take what's mine
And at your title, what you write I'll
Polish up your skills just forget all
Call it quits overwhelming
You failing to impress
You're sluggish, put a fake mc to rest
I got pages for the amazes
my opponent leave the microphone bic
You're is basic, youll get erased quick
Stick to
You're wack and deny the fact I win
Ease the pain, I remain the king
I sing a lullaby to nullify the ass lame
mc
Even a nameless mc gets
So we out to em
from o. lindsey

Why you gotta to do the kind of shit that I
I find your to be fake,
Your mind fit to create
see you later, mack
Accidents to happen
to fade the adam
They bags is broke when they him
I play 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
a grudge written overnight
Rappers wishin
But plus hold the mic and you with the bump shit
Them jock me the most,
Wish I was
them cowards jumped donnie and los
We own all mics in the solar
You gets when the souls come reposessing props
With the wisdom
And the beat it just and I hold the rhythm
of mischief is the coldest

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 don't it, (naw that would make us some hypocrites)
You scared yourself into lip and jest
Suckers saving face but it in the chest
So just abate haste
To activate your
Cause he eat the best
Stop your crew up with
I got the tool just ____ of the
Yo but that's madness, my shit's the
If I didn't have hits, I'd to pump
My to capacity till the shit just dump out on the sidewalk
And only would I sqawk
And nonsense
Ripping this shit 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
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 mc's marvel over me
I never reconsider getting rid of
They perishing as the air gets thin
I em in the eyes before I wear 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 what'f I stigmatized if you tried
It's
You are unadvanced with the mic
In avalanche you don't have a chance dance to
The beat I'm for bics
Niggas trying to come to but its
you'll never know
Execution is your only
So retrace your or face your death