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, it's bumpy baby
this out to my niggas
All hardcore 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 lyrical ability keeps real niggas
listen to hip hop feelin me
I it underground, sound's a buck china
Even in they know, I'm the ultimate
at me verse, like it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the ass ones
You see, I don't think no nigga's nicer me
I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these heated
I dissect verses like science class frogs
I see your rap records is swine, hogs
Now cipher, that's turnin down janet for michelle pfeiffer
See foxxx ain't 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 rob shit, 'cause I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a thug you recognize what you see before you
Eyes and ears freddie foxxx is here
I waitin 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
a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me

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

2]
I wear rolex watches and alligator
Where niggas thought jeans was the big news
I had fifty miles on my new benz in '89
When you wanted me to critique your
It just was all
Niggas brought rappers to me, for
Now I give you sixteen bars, for
I punch you in your temple make you stagger yeltsin
Over hand right to the brain is what you son
I take off my belt son
Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic is
You fake niggas can't make it hard for niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the truth so the deal nigga
No matter who tell it, real niggas prevail
Just like a fake always fail
Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you a rap pussy
You just a lyrical lunatic
I it blacker than midnight 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 bumpy shit is like the new jordans when 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 stick up kids is the alley
slick rick, it's the ballies
With out new york niggas it's ticali
Runnin the ill shit
I do record labels don't like, the real shit
is energy, I'm hyped up
Step on stage with that bullshit, get wiped up
I be up in your crib, my two black sigs in your ribs
Takin everything you got to
The black robin hood I rock for that can't afford rolies
around and in tagged up stolies
I the truth like the holy qu'ran
a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas listen to some lyrical
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, it's all real
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real
I'm harder than a vest wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through your like real soul
brown or the meters
I'm for you no talent rap style eaters
When d blessed me I had to come rugged
Or it, only true thugs can fuck shit