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, foxxx baby
That's right, diamond d

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

Hook 2x: billy
You in a class of own, bumpy's in the zone
Leave bumpy alone! 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 on my brand new benz in '89
When you wanted me to critique your
It was all right
Niggas brought rappers to me, for
Now I give you bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger yeltsin
Over right to the brain is what you felt son
Then I take off my son
Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic is
You fake niggas can't make it for real niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the so what the deal nigga
No who tell it, real niggas always prevail
Just a fake nigga always fail
livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef
Then he peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
You comin a lyrical lunatic
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black navi with them micky
lights, I keep my flow tight
The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans they come out
Got emcees wit they gun out
Memorize lyrics and I spit 'em to the
Send love to my nigga tweety, and can you me

3]
I treat 'em real stick up kids is the dark alley
slick rick, it's the ballies
With played out new york it's ticali
Runnin from the ill
I do what record labels don't like, the shit
is energy, I'm hyped up
Step on stage that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs
Takin you got to give
The black robin I rock for niggas that can't afford rolies
around and in tagged up stolies
I keep the truth like the holy
Here's a game plan, ambush, attack, hit off my man
I make you listen to some lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, some empirical
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 no games, it's 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
brown or the meters
I'm for you no talent rap style eaters
When diamond d blessed me I had to come
Or unplug it, only true thugs can fuck