Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

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

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. lyrical flows
Like sunsets on the Rio
after sisters checkin out they can can
My lyrical ability them real niggas
listen to hip hop feelin me
I keep it underground, sound's a China
Even in Japan they know, I'm the
Spit at me verse, it's my last one
Slow ones, ones, I blast past the fake ass ones
You see, I don't think no nicer than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I it, these niggas heated
I dissect your verses science class frogs
I see your rap is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin down Janet for Pfeiffer
See Freddie aint wit that
My is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you steppin
It's not my fault that niggas to me
And wanna rob shit, 'cause I do my job kid
If you a thug you recognize what you see before you
Eyes and said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin it, it, sayin it
Rollin by my motherfuckin with my burner cocked slayin it
And I aint seen nothing could make me believe
There's a nigga rappin than me, you feel me

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You in a class of your own, in the zone
Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it on
Bumpy chrome, Bumpy hold a throne
Now, bring 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 rappers to me, for
Now I you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your 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 real mic rippin is
You fake niggas can't make it hard for niggas 'cause
There's no for the truth so what the deal nigga
No who tell it, real niggas always prevail
Just like a fake nigga always
Niggas in a fairy tale, until they get beef
he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
You comin a lyrical lunatic
I it blacker than midnight at 12 O'Clock noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black Navi with Micky Thompsons
Halogen lights, I keep my tight
The new Bumpy is like the new Jordans when they come out
Got rappin wit they gun out
lyrics and I spit 'em to the needy
Send to my nigga Tweety, and can you feel me

3]
I treat 'em like what stick up kids is to dark
What's Rick is to Bally's
What played out NY is to Cali
from 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 black sigs in ribs
Takin you got to give
The black Robin Hood I rock for 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 you niggas listen to some lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, empirical shit
Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in brain
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha
Bumpy no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest around a steel pole
Six shots all through your body like soul
Brown or the Meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style
When D blessed me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, only true thugs can fuck