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 bumpy baby
Sendin this out to my
All them street corner, wilders
Ha, ha, freddie foxxx
That's right, d baby

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be mr. lyrical nice
sunsets on the rio grande
Grantin sisters checkin out they can can
My ability keeps them real niggas
That 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
ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass ones
You see, I don't think no nicer than me
I'm not conceited, how I read it, these niggas heated
I dissect your verses like science class
I see your rap is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin janet for michelle pfeiffer
See freddie ain't wit that
My is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I you high steppin
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 what you see you
Eyes and ears said freddie foxxx is
I been waitin it, doin it, it
by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked slayin it
And I ain't seen nothing that make me believe
a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me

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

2]
I wear rolex and alligator shoes
Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big
I had fifty miles on my brand new in '89
When you wanted me to critique rhyme
It just was all
Niggas brought rappers to me, for
Now I give you sixteen bars, for
I punch you in your make you stagger like yeltsin
Over hand right to the is what you felt son
Then I take off my son
Show you a whippin is, what a true 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 deal
No matter who tell it, real always prevail
Just like a fake always fail
Niggas in a fairy tale, until 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 rollin the black navi with them micky thompsons
Halogen lights, I keep my tight
The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans they come out
Got rappin wit they gun out
Memorize and I spit 'em to the needy
Send to my nigga tweety, and can you feel me

3]
I treat 'em like real stick up kids is the dark
slick rick, it's the ballies
With played out new york niggas ticali
Runnin from the ill
I do what labels don't like, the real shit
Money is energy, I'm up
on stage with 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 hood I rock for niggas that afford rolies
Ride and in tagged up stolies
I keep the like the holy qu'ran
Here's a plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas to some lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, some empirical
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
Can't get my gun in the club, I it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a pole
Six shots all through body like real soul
James 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 true thugs can shit