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, it's bumpy knuckles
Sendin this out to my
All them street corner, wilders
Ha, ha, foxxx baby
That's right, diamond d

1]
Whoever that I'd be mr. lyrical flows nice
sunsets on the rio grande
Grantin after sisters out they can can
My ability keeps them real niggas
That to hip hop feelin me
I it underground, sound's a buck china
Even in japan they know, I'm the
Spit at me verse, 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, how I read it, these niggas heated
I dissect your verses like science class
I see your rap records is swine, like
Now cipher, like turnin down janet for michelle pfeiffer
See freddie ain't wit that
My shit is hotter cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The weapon, I keep you high steppin
not my fault that niggas listen to me
And wanna rob shit, 'cause I do my job kid
If you a then you recognize what you see before you
Eyes and ears freddie foxxx is here
I been waitin it, doin it, it
Rollin by my motherfuckin with my burner cocked slayin it
And I ain't seen nothing that make me believe
There's a nigga liver than me, you feel me

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

2]
I wear rolex watches and shoes
Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big
I had miles on my brand new benz in '89
When you wanted me to your rhyme
It was all right
Niggas brought to me, for approval
Now I you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you like yeltsin
hand right to the brain is what you felt son
Then I take off my son
Show you what a whippin is, what a real mic rippin is
You fake can't make it hard for real niggas 'cause
There's no 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
Then he peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
You comin just a lunatic
I it blacker than midnight at 12 o'clock noon and shit
I keep rollin like the navi with them micky 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
Send to my nigga tweety, and can you feel me

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