Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

Ayo, turn the, the music 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, foxxx baby
right, diamond d baby

1]
Whoever that I'd be mr. lyrical flows nice
sunsets on the rio grande
Grantin sisters checkin out they can can
My lyrical keeps them real niggas
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, like my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I blast the fake ass ones
You see, I think no nigga's nicer than me
I'm not conceited, how I read it, these niggas heated
I dissect verses like science class frogs
I see your rap records is swine, like
Now cipher, that's like turnin down janet for michelle
See freddie foxxx ain't wit
My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic
The weapon, I keep you high steppin
It's not my that niggas listen to me
And wanna rob shit, I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a thug then you what you see before you
Eyes and ears said foxxx 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 make me believe
There's a nigga rappin than me, you feel me

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

2]
I wear watches and alligator shoes
Where thought devil jeans was the big news
I had fifty miles on my new benz in '89
When you wanted me to your rhyme
It was all right
Niggas brought to me, for approval
Now I give you bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger like
hand right to the brain is what you felt son
Then I off my belt son
Show you a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is
You niggas can't make it hard for real niggas 'cause
no defense for the truth so what the deal nigga
No matter who tell it, niggas always prevail
Just a fake nigga always fail
Niggas livin in a tale, until they get beef
he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
You comin a lyrical lunatic
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 o'clock noon and
I keep rollin like the black navi them micky thompsons
lights, I keep my flow tight
The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans they come out
Got emcees wit they gun out
lyrics and I spit 'em to the needy
Send love to my nigga tweety, and can you me

3]
I treat 'em like real 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 with that 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 can't afford rolies
Ride around and in up stolies
I the truth like the holy qu'ran
Here's a plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas listen to some lyrical
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
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real
get my gun in the club, I keep it real near
I'm harder than a vest wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through your body like soul
brown or the meters
I'm gunnin for you no rap style eaters
When diamond d blessed me I had to rugged
Or unplug it, only true can fuck shit