Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

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

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

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

2]
I wear watches and alligator shoes
Where thought devil jeans was the big news
I had fifty on my brand new benz in '89
When you wanted me to critique rhyme
It was all right
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I you sixteen bars, for removal
I you in your temple make you stagger like yeltsin
Over hand right to the is what you felt son
Then I take off my son
Show you what a whippin is, what a real mic rippin is
You fake niggas can't make it hard for niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the truth so what the nigga
No matter who it, real niggas always prevail
Just like a nigga always fail
Niggas livin in a fairy tale, they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap
You just a lyrical lunatic
I make it blacker midnight at 12 o'clock noon and shit
I keep like the black navi with them micky thompsons
lights, I keep my flow tight
The new shit is like the new jordans when they come out
Got emcees rappin wit gun out
Memorize lyrics and I 'em to the needy
love to my nigga tweety, and can you feel me

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