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 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 flows
Like on the Rio Grande
Grantin after sisters checkin out can can
My lyrical ability keeps them real
listen to hip hop feelin me
I keep it underground, sound's a buck
Even in Japan they know, I'm the
Spit at me verse, like my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I blast the fake ass ones
You see, I don't no nigga's nicer than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas
I your verses like science class frogs
I see your rap is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, like turnin down Janet for Michelle Pfeiffer
See Freddie Foxxx aint wit
My is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you high
It's not my fault that niggas to me
And rob shit, 'cause I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a thug then you what you see before you
Eyes and ears said Freddie Foxxx is
I been it, doin it, sayin it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self my burner cocked slayin it
And I aint seen nothing that could me believe
a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me

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

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

3]
I treat 'em what stick up kids is to dark alleys
What's Slick is to Bally's
What played out NY is to Cali
Runnin the ill shit
I do what record labels like, the real shit
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
everything you got to give
The black Robin I rock for niggas that can't afford Rolies
Ride around and in up stolies
I keep the truth like the Holy
Here's a game plan, ambush, attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas to some lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, some empirical
Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in your
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha
plays no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real
I'm harder than a vest wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through body like real soul
James Brown or the
I'm for you no talent rap style eaters
When Diamond D blessed me I had to rugged
Or unplug it, only true thugs can fuck