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, Bumpy Knuckles baby
this out to my niggas
All them street corner, wilders
Ha, ha, Freddie Foxxx
right, Diamond D baby

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. lyrical flows
Like on the Rio Grande
Grantin sisters checkin out they can can
My lyrical ability keeps them real
That to hip hop feelin me
I keep it underground, sound's a buck
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 don't no nigga's nicer than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas
I dissect your like science class frogs
I see rap records is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin down Janet for Michelle
See Foxxx aint wit that
My shit is hotter cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The weapon, I keep you high steppin
It's not my fault that niggas to me
And wanna rob shit, I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a thug then you recognize you see before you
and ears said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been it, doin it, sayin it
Rollin by my self with my burner cocked slayin it
And I aint seen nothing could make me believe
There's a rappin liver than me, you feel me

2X: Billy Danze]
You in a class of own, Bumpy's in the zone
Leave Bumpy alone! get it on
Bumpy chrome, Bumpy 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 your
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 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 fake niggas make it hard for real niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the truth so the deal nigga
No who tell it, real niggas always prevail
Just like a fake always fail
Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get
Then he want peace, bitch, you a rap pussy
You comin just a lunatic
I make it blacker midnight at 12 O'Clock noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black with them Micky Thompsons
lights, I keep my flow tight
The new Bumpy shit is the new Jordans when they come out
Got rappin wit they gun out
Memorize lyrics and I spit 'em to the
Send love to my nigga Tweety, and can you me

3]
I treat 'em like stick up kids is to dark alleys
What's Slick is to Bally's
What played out NY niggas is to
Runnin the ill shit
I do what labels don't like, the real shit
Money is energy, I'm up
on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two black in your ribs
everything you got to give
The black Robin Hood I rock for niggas can't afford Rolies
Ride around and in up stolies
I keep the truth like the Qu'ran
Here's a plan, ambush, best 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 brain
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real
Can't get my gun in the club, I it real near
I'm harder a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through your body real soul
Brown or the Meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap eaters
When Diamond D me I had to come rugged
Or it, only true thugs can fuck shit