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
this out to my niggas
All them hardcore street corner,
Ha, ha, Freddie Foxxx
right, Diamond D baby

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

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You in a class of your own, in the zone
Leave alone! Bumpy get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a
Now, bring it home!

2]
I wear Rolex watches and alligator
Where niggas thought jeans was the big news
I had fifty on my brand new Benz in '89
When you me to critique your rhyme
It just was all
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you like Yeltsin
Over hand right to the brain is what you son
Then I off my belt son
Show you what a whippin is, what a 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 who tell it, real niggas always prevail
like a fake nigga always fail
Niggas in a fairy tale, until they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you a rap pussy
You comin a lyrical 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 the new Jordans when they come out
Got emcees rappin wit gun out
lyrics 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
Slick Rick is to Bally's
What played out NY niggas is to
Runnin from the ill
I do what record labels don't like, the real
is energy, I'm hyped up
Step on stage with bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two sigs in your ribs
everything you got to give
The black Robin Hood I rock for niggas that can't afford
Ride around and in tagged up
I keep the like the Holy 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 your
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha
Bumpy plays no games, it's all here
Can't get my gun in the club, I it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through your like real soul
James or the Meters
I'm for you no talent rap style eaters
When Diamond D me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, only true thugs can shit