Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

Ayo, the, turn the music up some more
In the for me
it out [c'mon!]
You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles
Sendin out to my niggas
All them hardcore street corner,
Ha, ha, Foxxx baby
That's right, Diamond D

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. lyrical flows
sunsets on the Rio Grande
Grantin after checkin out they can can
My lyrical ability them real niggas
That listen to hip hop me
I keep it underground, sound's a China
Even in Japan they know, I'm the
at me verse, like it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I past the fake ass ones
You see, I don't think no nigga's than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I it, these niggas 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 cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you steppin
It's not my fault that listen to me
And wanna rob shit, 'cause I do my job kid
If you a thug then you what you see before you
Eyes and ears Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin it, it, sayin it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked it
And I aint nothing that could make me believe
There's a nigga rappin liver me, you feel me

[HOOK 2X: Billy
You in a class of your own, Bumpy's in the
Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, 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 brand new in '89
When you wanted me to critique 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 brain is what you son
Then I take off my son
Show you what a whippin is, a true real mic rippin is
You fake niggas can't make it for real niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the truth so what the nigga
No matter who tell it, niggas always prevail
Just like a fake always fail
Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get
Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap
You comin just a lunatic
I make it blacker than at 12 O'Clock noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black with them Micky Thompsons
Halogen lights, I my flow tight
The new Bumpy shit is like the new Jordans when come out
Got emcees wit they gun out
Memorize and I spit 'em to the needy
Send to my nigga Tweety, and can you feel me

3]
I treat 'em like what stick up kids is to dark
What's Slick is to Bally's
What out NY niggas is to Cali
from the ill shit
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
everything you got to give
The black Robin Hood I for niggas that can't afford Rolies
Ride around and in up stolies
I keep the truth like the Qu'ran
Here's a game plan, ambush, attack, hit off my man
I you niggas listen to some lyrical shit
Some shit, some empirical 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 keep it near
I'm than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through your body like soul
James or the Meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap eaters
When Diamond D blessed me I had to come
Or unplug it, only true thugs can shit