Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

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

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be mr. lyrical flows
Like sunsets on the rio
Grantin after sisters checkin out can can
My lyrical ability them real niggas
That to hip hop feelin me
I it underground, sound's a buck china
Even in japan they know, I'm the
Spit at me verse, it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I past the fake ass ones
You see, I don't think no nigga's than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these heated
I dissect your verses like class frogs
I see rap records is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin down janet for michelle
See freddie foxxx ain't wit
My shit is hotter cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you high
It's not my fault that listen to me
And wanna rob shit, 'cause I do my job kid
If you a thug then you recognize you see before you
Eyes and said freddie foxxx is here
I waitin it, doin it, sayin it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my cocked slayin it
And I ain't seen that could make me believe
There's a nigga rappin liver than me, you me

Hook 2x: billy
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 rolex watches and alligator
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
Niggas rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you bars, for removal
I punch you in your make you stagger like yeltsin
Over hand right to the is what you felt son
Then I off my belt son
Show you what a whippin is, what a true mic rippin is
You fake niggas can't make it for real niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the so what the deal nigga
No matter who tell it, real niggas prevail
Just a fake nigga always fail
Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until get beef
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 the black navi with them micky thompsons
lights, I keep my flow tight
The new bumpy shit is like the new when they come out
Got emcees rappin wit gun out
Memorize lyrics and I 'em to the needy
Send love to my tweety, and can you feel me

3]
I treat 'em like real stick up kids is the alley
What's slick rick, the ballies
With out new york niggas it's ticali
from the ill shit
I do what labels don't like, the real shit
is energy, I'm hyped up
Step on with that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two sigs in your ribs
Takin everything you got to
The black robin hood I rock for niggas that can't afford
Ride and in tagged up stolies
I the truth like the holy qu'ran
Here's a plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas listen to some shit
miracle 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
plays no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through body like real soul
brown or the meters
I'm gunnin for you no rap style eaters
When diamond d blessed me I had to come
Or unplug it, only thugs can fuck shit