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 baby
Sendin this out to my
All hardcore street corner, wilders
Ha, ha, Freddie baby
That's right, D baby

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. lyrical nice
Like on the Rio Grande
Grantin after checkin out they can can
My ability keeps them real niggas
listen to hip hop feelin me
I keep it underground, sound's a buck
in Japan they know, I'm the ultimate
Spit at me verse, like 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 frogs
I see rap records is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin down Janet for Michelle
See Freddie Foxxx wit that
My shit is hotter than pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you steppin
It's not my fault niggas listen to me
And rob shit, 'cause I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a thug then you recognize what you see you
Eyes and ears said Foxxx is here
I been waitin it, it, sayin it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my cocked slayin it
And I aint nothing that could make me believe
There's a nigga rappin liver me, you feel me

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

2]
I wear Rolex watches and shoes
Where thought devil jeans was the big news
I had fifty miles on my new Benz in '89
When you wanted me to critique your
It was all right
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you bars, for removal
I punch you in your make you stagger like Yeltsin
Over right to the brain is what you felt son
Then I off my belt son
Show you what a whippin is, what a true mic rippin is
You fake niggas can't make it hard for real 'cause
There's no defense for the truth so what the nigga
No who tell 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 just a rap
You comin a lyrical lunatic
I make it blacker than at 12 O'Clock noon and shit
I rollin like the black Navi with them Micky Thompsons
Halogen lights, I keep my flow
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 love to my nigga Tweety, and can you me

3]
I treat 'em what stick up kids is to dark alleys
What's Slick is to Bally's
played out NY niggas is to Cali
Runnin from the ill
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 sigs in ribs
Takin everything you got to
The Robin Hood I rock for niggas that can't afford Rolies
around and in tagged up stolies
I keep the truth like the Qu'ran
Here's a plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas listen to some lyrical
Some miracle shit, some empirical
Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in your
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 it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a pole
Six shots all through your body like soul
James or the Meters
I'm gunnin for you no rap style eaters
When D blessed me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, only thugs can fuck shit