Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

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

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. flows nice
Like on the Rio Grande
Grantin after sisters checkin out can can
My lyrical ability keeps them real
That listen to hip hop me
I keep it underground, sound's a buck
Even in Japan they know, I'm the
at me verse, like it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the ass ones
You see, I think no nigga's nicer than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these heated
I dissect your verses like science class
I see your rap records is swine, hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin Janet for Michelle Pfeiffer
See Freddie Foxxx wit that
My is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I you high 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 you see before you
Eyes and said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin it, doin it, it
Rollin by my self with my burner cocked slayin it
And I aint seen nothing that make me believe
There's a nigga rappin liver me, you feel me

[HOOK 2X: Billy
You in a class of own, Bumpy's in the zone
Leave Bumpy alone! get it on
Bumpy chrome, Bumpy hold a throne
Now, Bumpy it home!

2]
I Rolex watches and alligator shoes
Where niggas devil jeans was the big news
I had fifty on my brand new Benz in '89
you wanted me to critique your rhyme
It just was all
Niggas brought to me, for approval
Now I give you sixteen bars, for
I punch you in your temple you stagger like Yeltsin
Over right to the brain is what you felt son
Then I off my belt son
Show you a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is
You niggas 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 always prevail
Just like a fake always fail
Niggas in a fairy tale, until they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap
You just a lyrical lunatic
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 O'Clock and shit
I rollin like the black Navi with them Micky Thompsons
Halogen lights, I my flow tight
The new shit is like the new Jordans when they come out
Got emcees wit they gun out
Memorize lyrics and I 'em to the needy
love 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
from the ill shit
I do what record labels don't like, the real
Money is energy, I'm up
Step on stage that 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 Robin Hood I rock for niggas that afford Rolies
Ride and in tagged up stolies
I keep the like the Holy Qu'ran
Here's a game plan, ambush, attack, hit off my man
I make you listen to some lyrical shit
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 plays no games, it's all here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real
I'm harder than a bulletproof wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through body like real soul
Brown or the Meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style
When Diamond D blessed me I had to rugged
Or unplug it, true thugs can fuck shit