Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

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

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

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

2]
I wear Rolex and alligator shoes
Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big
I had fifty miles on my new Benz in '89
When you wanted me to critique your
It just was all
Niggas brought to me, for approval
Now I you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger like
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 can't make it hard for real niggas 'cause
There's no for the truth so what the deal nigga
No matter who tell it, real niggas prevail
Just a fake nigga always fail
Niggas in a fairy tale, until they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you a rap pussy
You just a lyrical lunatic
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black Navi with Micky Thompsons
Halogen lights, I keep my flow
The new Bumpy shit is the new Jordans when they come out
Got emcees wit they gun out
Memorize 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 Rick is to Bally's
What out NY niggas is to Cali
from the ill shit
I do what record 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 black sigs in your
Takin everything you got to
The black Robin Hood I rock for that can't afford Rolies
Ride around and in tagged up
I keep the truth like the Qu'ran
a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas listen to some shit
Some shit, some 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 plays no games, it's all here
get my gun in the club, I keep it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped a steel pole
Six shots all through your body like soul
Brown or the Meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap eaters
Diamond D blessed me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, true thugs can fuck shit