Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

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

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be mr. flows nice
Like on the rio grande
Grantin after sisters checkin out can can
My lyrical keeps them real niggas
That to hip hop feelin me
I keep it underground, sound's a buck
Even in they know, I'm the ultimate
Spit at me verse, like my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I blast the fake ass ones
You see, I don't think no nigga's nicer me
I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these heated
I dissect verses like science class frogs
I see your rap is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like down janet for michelle pfeiffer
See freddie foxxx wit that
My shit is hotter than pepper, the mic wrecker
The weapon, I keep you high steppin
It's not my fault that listen to me
And wanna rob shit, I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a then you recognize what you see before you
and ears said freddie foxxx is here
I been waitin it, doin it, it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self my burner cocked slayin it
And I ain't 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 bumpy alone! get it on
Bumpy chrome, bumpy hold a throne
Now, bring it home!

2]
I rolex 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 just was all
Niggas brought rappers to me, for
Now I give you bars, for removal
I you in your temple make you stagger like yeltsin
Over hand right to the is what you felt son
Then I take off my son
Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic is
You fake can't make it hard for real niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the truth so the deal nigga
No matter who tell it, real niggas always
Just like a fake nigga fail
Niggas livin in a tale, until they get beef
he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
You comin just a lyrical
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 o'clock noon and
I keep rollin like the black navi with them thompsons
Halogen lights, I my flow tight
The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans when they out
Got emcees rappin wit gun out
Memorize and I spit 'em to the needy
Send love to my nigga tweety, and can you me

3]
I treat 'em like real stick up is the dark alley
What's rick, it's the ballies
With played out new york niggas ticali
Runnin from the ill
I do what record labels 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, my two black sigs in your ribs
Takin you got to give
The black hood I rock for niggas that 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 you niggas listen to some lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, empirical shit
Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in brain
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real
I'm harder than a vest wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through your like real soul
James brown or the
I'm gunnin for you no rap style eaters
When d blessed me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, true thugs can fuck shit