Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

Ayo, turn the, turn the up some more
In the for me
it out [c'mon!]
You ready, it's knuckles baby
Sendin this out to my
All hardcore street corner, wilders
Ha, ha, freddie foxxx
That's right, d baby

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be mr. flows nice
sunsets on the rio grande
Grantin after sisters out they can can
My ability keeps them real niggas
listen to hip hop feelin me
I it underground, sound's a buck china
in japan they know, I'm the ultimate
Spit at me verse, it's my last one
Slow ones, ones, I blast past the fake ass ones
You see, I think no nigga's nicer than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I it, these niggas heated
I dissect verses like science class frogs
I see rap records is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like down janet for michelle pfeiffer
See freddie foxxx wit that
My shit is hotter than pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you high
It's not my fault that niggas to me
And wanna rob shit, 'cause I do my job kid
If you a then you recognize what you see before you
Eyes and ears freddie foxxx is here
I been it, doin it, sayin it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self my burner cocked slayin it
And I ain't seen nothing that make me believe
There's a nigga rappin than me, you feel me

2x: billy danze
You in a class of your own, in the zone
bumpy alone! bumpy get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, hold a throne
Now, bumpy it home!

2]
I wear watches and alligator shoes
niggas thought devil jeans was the big news
I had fifty miles on my new benz in '89
When you wanted me to your rhyme
It just was all
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you sixteen bars, for
I punch you in your temple make you stagger yeltsin
Over hand to the brain is what you felt son
I take off my belt son
Show you what a whippin is, a true real mic rippin is
You fake niggas can't make it hard for real niggas
There's no for the truth so what the deal nigga
No matter who tell it, real niggas prevail
like a fake nigga always fail
Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get
he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
You comin just a lunatic
I make it blacker than at 12 o'clock noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black navi with them thompsons
Halogen lights, I keep my flow
The new shit is like the new jordans when they come out
Got emcees wit they gun out
Memorize and I spit 'em to the needy
Send love to my nigga tweety, and can you me

3]
I treat 'em like real up kids is the dark alley
What's rick, it's the ballies
With out new york niggas it's ticali
Runnin from the ill
I do what record labels don't like, the shit
Money is energy, I'm up
Step on stage with that bullshit, get wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two black in your ribs
everything you got to give
The black hood I rock for niggas that can't afford rolies
Ride around and in up stolies
I the truth like the holy qu'ran
a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I you niggas listen to some lyrical shit
miracle shit, some empirical shit
Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in brain
And you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
Bumpy plays no games, all real here
get my gun in the club, I keep it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel
Six shots all through your body like real
James brown or the
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap eaters
When d blessed me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, only true thugs can shit