Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

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

1]
Whoever that I'd be mr. lyrical flows nice
Like sunsets on the rio
Grantin after sisters checkin out can can
My lyrical ability keeps real niggas
That 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 don't no nigga's nicer than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, niggas heated
I your verses like science class frogs
I see your rap records is swine, like
Now cipher, that's turnin down janet for michelle pfeiffer
See freddie foxxx ain't wit
My shit is hotter than pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you high
It's not my that niggas listen to me
And rob shit, 'cause I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a thug then you recognize what you see 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 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, bumpy hold a
Now, bumpy it home!

2]
I wear watches and alligator shoes
Where niggas devil jeans was the big news
I had fifty on my brand new benz in '89
you wanted me to critique 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 like yeltsin
Over hand right to the brain is you felt son
Then I take off my son
Show you what a whippin is, what a real mic rippin is
You fake can't make it hard for real niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the so what the deal nigga
No matter who tell it, real niggas prevail
Just like a fake nigga fail
Niggas livin in a tale, until they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap
You comin a lyrical 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 tight
The new shit is like the new jordans when 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 like real stick up kids is the dark
What's slick rick, the ballies
With played out new york niggas ticali
Runnin from the ill
I do what record labels like, the real shit
Money is energy, I'm up
Step on stage that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in ribs
everything you got to give
The black robin hood I rock for niggas that afford rolies
Ride around and in up stolies
I keep the like the holy qu'ran
Here's a game plan, ambush, attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas to some lyrical shit
Some shit, some empirical shit
Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in your
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real
get my gun in the club, I keep it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a pole
Six shots all through your body like soul
James brown or the
I'm gunnin for you no rap style eaters
diamond d blessed me I had to come rugged
Or it, only true thugs can fuck shit