Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

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

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be mr. lyrical nice
sunsets on the rio grande
Grantin after sisters out they can can
My lyrical ability keeps them real
That listen to hip hop me
I keep it underground, a buck china
Even in japan they know, I'm the
Spit at me verse, it's my last one
ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass ones
You see, I don't think no nigga's nicer me
I'm not conceited, how I read it, these niggas heated
I dissect your verses science class frogs
I see rap records is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin janet for michelle pfeiffer
See freddie foxxx ain't wit
My shit is hotter than pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you steppin
not my fault that niggas 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 ears said freddie is here
I been waitin it, doin it, it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self my burner cocked slayin it
And I ain't seen nothing that could me believe
There's a nigga rappin than me, you feel me

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

2]
I wear rolex watches and shoes
Where niggas devil jeans was the big news
I had fifty miles on my brand new in '89
you wanted me to critique your rhyme
It just was all
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you sixteen bars, for
I punch you in temple make 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 niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the truth so the deal nigga
No matter who tell it, real always prevail
Just like a fake always fail
livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap
You comin a lyrical lunatic
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 o'clock noon and
I keep rollin like the black with them micky thompsons
lights, I keep my flow tight
The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans when come out
Got rappin wit they gun out
lyrics 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 is the dark alley
What's slick rick, the ballies
played out new york niggas it's ticali
Runnin the ill shit
I do what record don't like, the real shit
is energy, I'm hyped up
Step on stage with bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two black in your ribs
everything you got to give
The black robin hood I rock for niggas that can't rolies
Ride around and in tagged up
I keep the truth like the holy
Here's a plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I you niggas listen to some lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, some 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 it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a pole
Six all through your body like real soul
brown or the meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style
diamond d blessed me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, only true can fuck shit