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

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be mr. flows nice
sunsets on the rio grande
Grantin after sisters checkin out can can
My lyrical ability keeps real niggas
That listen to hip hop me
I keep it underground, sound's a china
Even in they know, I'm the ultimate
at me verse, like it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I 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 records is swine, hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin down janet for michelle
See foxxx ain't wit that
My is hotter than 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 what you see you
Eyes and ears freddie foxxx is here
I been waitin it, it, sayin it
Rollin by my self with my burner cocked slayin it
And I seen nothing that could make me believe
There's a nigga liver than me, you feel 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 a throne
Now, bumpy it home!

2]
I wear rolex watches and alligator
Where niggas thought jeans was the big news
I had fifty on my brand new benz in '89
When you wanted me to critique rhyme
It just was all
Niggas brought rappers to me, for
Now I give you bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you 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 real mic is
You niggas 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 a fake nigga always fail
Niggas livin in a tale, until they get beef
Then he peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
You comin a lyrical lunatic
I it blacker than midnight at 12 o'clock noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black navi them micky thompsons
lights, I keep my flow tight
The new shit is like the new jordans 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 'em like real stick up kids is the dark alley
What's slick rick, it's the
With out new york niggas it's ticali
Runnin from the ill
I do what record labels like, the real shit
is energy, I'm hyped up
Step on stage with that bullshit, get wiped up
I be up in crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs
everything you got to give
The black robin hood I rock for niggas that can't afford
around and in tagged up stolies
I keep the truth the holy qu'ran
Here's a game plan, ambush, 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 you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
Bumpy no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel
Six all through your body like real soul
James brown or the
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap eaters
When d blessed me I had to come rugged
Or it, only true thugs can fuck shit