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, bumpy knuckles baby
Sendin out to my niggas
All them hardcore corner, wilders
Ha, ha, freddie baby
That's right, diamond d

1]
Whoever thought I'd be mr. lyrical flows nice
Like on the rio grande
Grantin sisters checkin out they can can
My lyrical ability keeps real niggas
That to hip hop feelin me
I keep it underground, a buck china
Even in japan know, I'm the ultimate
at me verse, like it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I blast 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 is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, like turnin down janet for michelle pfeiffer
See freddie ain't wit that
My shit is hotter than pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I you high steppin
It's not my fault that niggas to me
And wanna rob shit, I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a then you recognize what you see before you
Eyes and ears said freddie foxxx is
I been it, doin it, sayin it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner slayin it
And I seen nothing that could make me believe
a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me

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

2]
I wear watches and alligator shoes
niggas thought devil jeans was the big news
I had miles on my brand new benz in '89
When you wanted me to your rhyme
It was all right
Niggas rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple you stagger like yeltsin
Over hand to the brain is what you felt 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 real niggas
There's no defense for the so what the deal nigga
No matter who tell it, real niggas always
Just like a fake always fail
Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get
he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
You comin a lyrical lunatic
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 o'clock and shit
I keep rollin like the navi with them micky thompsons
Halogen lights, I my flow tight
The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans when come out
Got emcees wit they gun out
Memorize and I spit 'em to the needy
Send love to my tweety, and can you feel me

3]
I treat 'em like stick up kids is the dark alley
What's rick, it's the ballies
With played out new york niggas it's
Runnin from the ill
I do what record labels like, the real shit
Money is energy, I'm up
on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in ribs
Takin everything you got to
The black robin hood I rock for niggas can't afford rolies
Ride around and in up stolies
I keep the truth the holy qu'ran
a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you listen to some lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, empirical shit
Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in your
And you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
plays no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it near
I'm than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through your like real soul
brown or the meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style
When diamond d blessed me I had to come
Or unplug it, only thugs can fuck shit