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 Knuckles baby
Sendin this out to my
All them hardcore street corner,
Ha, ha, Freddie Foxxx
That's right, Diamond D

1]
Whoever thought I'd be Mr. lyrical flows nice
sunsets on the Rio Grande
Grantin after sisters checkin out can can
My lyrical ability keeps 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, it's my last one
Slow ones, ones, I blast past the fake 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 like science class frogs
I see your rap is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin down Janet for Pfeiffer
See Foxxx aint wit that
My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic
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 what you see before you
and ears said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin it, it, sayin it
Rollin by my self with my burner cocked slayin it
And I seen nothing that could make me believe
There's a nigga liver than me, you feel me

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

2]
I wear Rolex watches and shoes
niggas thought devil jeans was the big news
I had fifty miles on my new Benz in '89
When you wanted me to critique rhyme
It was all right
Niggas brought to me, for approval
Now I give you bars, for removal
I punch you in your make you stagger like Yeltsin
Over hand right to the 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 can't make it hard for niggas 'cause
There's no for the truth so what the deal nigga
No matter who it, real niggas always prevail
Just like a fake nigga fail
Niggas livin in a tale, until they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you a rap pussy
You comin just a lyrical
I make it than midnight at 12 O'Clock noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black Navi them Micky Thompsons
Halogen lights, I my flow tight
The new Bumpy shit is the new Jordans when they come out
Got rappin wit they gun out
lyrics and I spit 'em to the needy
Send love to my nigga Tweety, and can you me

3]
I treat 'em like what up kids is to dark alleys
What's Slick is to Bally's
What played out NY niggas is to
Runnin from the ill
I do record labels don't like, the real shit
is energy, I'm hyped up
Step on with that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two sigs in your ribs
Takin 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 Holy
a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you listen to some lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, some shit
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 it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through body like real soul
James or the Meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style
When Diamond D me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, only thugs can fuck shit