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 baby
Sendin out to my niggas
All them street corner, wilders
Ha, ha, Foxxx baby
That's right, D baby

1]
Whoever thought I'd be Mr. lyrical flows nice
sunsets on the Rio Grande
Grantin sisters checkin out they can can
My lyrical ability keeps real niggas
That listen to hip hop me
I it underground, sound's a buck China
Even in Japan know, I'm the ultimate
at me verse, like it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass
You see, I don't think no nigga's than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas
I dissect your verses like science class
I see your rap is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like down Janet for Michelle Pfeiffer
See Freddie Foxxx aint wit
My shit is hotter than pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you high
It's not my fault that listen to me
And rob shit, 'cause I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a then you recognize what you see before you
Eyes and said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been it, doin it, sayin it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked it
And I aint seen nothing that could me believe
There's a nigga rappin liver me, you feel me

[HOOK 2X: Danze]
You in a class of your own, in the zone
Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, hold a throne
Now, Bumpy it home!

2]
I wear Rolex watches and shoes
Where niggas thought 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 sixteen bars, for
I punch you in your make you stagger like Yeltsin
Over hand right to the brain is you felt son
Then I take off my son
you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is
You fake niggas make it hard for real niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the truth so what the deal
No matter who it, real niggas always prevail
Just like a nigga always fail
Niggas livin in a tale, until they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you a rap pussy
You comin just a lunatic
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 O'Clock and shit
I keep rollin like the black Navi with them Thompsons
lights, I keep my flow tight
The new Bumpy is like the new Jordans when they come out
Got emcees rappin wit gun out
Memorize and I spit 'em to the needy
love to my nigga Tweety, and can you feel me

3]
I treat 'em like stick up kids is to dark alleys
Slick Rick is to Bally's
What played out NY is to Cali
from the ill shit
I do what record labels don't like, the real
is energy, I'm hyped 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 Robin Hood I rock for niggas that can't afford Rolies
Ride around and in tagged up
I keep the like the Holy Qu'ran
a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas listen to lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, some 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 no games, it's all real here
get my gun in the club, I keep it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped a steel pole
Six shots all through your body real soul
James or the Meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style
When Diamond D me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, only true can fuck shit