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 Bumpy Knuckles
Sendin out to my niggas
All hardcore street corner, wilders
Ha, ha, Foxxx baby
That's right, D baby

1]
Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. flows nice
Like sunsets on the Rio
after sisters checkin out they can can
My lyrical keeps them real niggas
listen to hip hop feelin me
I keep it underground, a buck China
in Japan they know, I'm the ultimate
Spit at me verse, it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the ass ones
You see, I don't think no nicer than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas
I dissect your like science class frogs
I see your rap records is swine, hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin down Janet for Michelle
See Foxxx aint wit that
My shit is hotter than pepper, the mic wrecker
The weapon, I keep you high steppin
It's not my fault 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
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 that could me believe
There's a nigga liver than me, you feel me

[HOOK 2X: Billy
You in a class of your own, in the zone
Leave Bumpy alone! get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, hold a throne
Now, Bumpy it home!

2]
I wear Rolex watches and shoes
Where thought devil jeans was the big news
I had fifty miles on my brand new in '89
you wanted me to critique your rhyme
It was all right
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple you stagger like Yeltsin
Over hand right to the is what you felt son
I take off my belt son
Show you what a whippin is, what a true mic rippin is
You fake niggas can't it hard for real niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the truth so what the nigga
No matter who tell it, real niggas always
Just like a fake nigga always
Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get
Then he peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
You comin just a lyrical
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black with them Micky Thompsons
Halogen lights, I keep my flow
The new Bumpy is like the new Jordans when they come out
Got emcees rappin wit gun out
Memorize lyrics and I spit 'em to the
Send love to my Tweety, and can you feel me

3]
I treat 'em like what stick up kids is to alleys
What's Slick Rick is to
played out NY niggas is to Cali
Runnin the ill shit
I do what record don't like, the real shit
Money is energy, I'm up
Step on stage that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your
everything you got to give
The black Robin I rock for niggas that can't afford Rolies
Ride around and in up stolies
I the truth like the Holy Qu'ran
Here's a game plan, ambush, 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, all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it near
I'm harder a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all your body like real soul
James 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 shit