Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

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

1]
Whoever that I'd be Mr. lyrical flows nice
Like sunsets on the Rio
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
at me verse, like it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I 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, niggas heated
I your verses like science class frogs
I see your rap records is swine, hogs
Now cipher, that's like down Janet for Michelle Pfeiffer
See Freddie Foxxx aint wit
My shit is hotter cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The weapon, I keep you high steppin
not my fault that niggas listen to me
And rob shit, 'cause I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a thug you recognize what you see before you
Eyes and ears said Freddie is here
I been waitin it, doin it, it
Rollin by my motherfuckin 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

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

2]
I wear Rolex watches and shoes
Where niggas thought devil was the big news
I had miles on my brand new Benz in '89
When you wanted me to your rhyme
It was all right
Niggas brought to me, for approval
Now I you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger Yeltsin
Over hand right to the brain is what you son
Then I off my belt son
you what 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 it, real niggas always prevail
Just like a fake always fail
livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap
You comin just a lyrical
I make it blacker midnight 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 they come out
Got emcees 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 stick up kids is to alleys
Slick Rick is to Bally's
What played out NY niggas is to
Runnin the ill shit
I do what record labels don't like, the 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 sigs in your ribs
Takin you got to give
The black Robin I rock for niggas that can't afford Rolies
Ride and in tagged up stolies
I the truth like the Holy Qu'ran
Here's a plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas to some lyrical shit
Some shit, some empirical shit
Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in brain
And you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a pole
Six shots all your body like real soul
James Brown or the
I'm for you no talent rap style eaters
Diamond D blessed me I had to come rugged
Or it, only true thugs can fuck shit