Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bump

Original rude on your scene
ha ha ha!
Everybody your blunts get your smoke on

All you bitches drop your drawers, witcha ass (stinkin' ass)
Just roll that weed (roll that weed) just roll that (roll that weed)

Ayo yes it's me the MC Grand
that Newcleus I suggest you Jams On It
I'm not a model I cracks the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex
So inhale, exhale, you smell?
Derail the blind MC off my trail
If he use braille, see I never touched
Regulate the street tactics parlay in the cut
Uhahh, lay back and hit this while I shit
Flip this, get ass flow at long distance
And plus I pack nine inches in my
And keep an instant lit for the ass bitches
Newark, New Jersey's on the map,
And start from the blunts and the Reme
And if any, MC out there want to
Call my boy Poppa see to put a in your vest

Check, I walk around the street with the black tec
By the waistline, kickin' the hype
So turn the up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your pop

Check, I walk the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, the hype shit
So the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make speakers pop

Ow, shit I'm one hip nigga
Shit is off the hook my crew is in the mixture
What I deliver, over and rivers
Is making your collapse and quiver, it's the
PPP foundation in ass
We be the bomb like Oklahoma blast
outlast, a few clowns, sounds
Raps, stay the mack like Dru Down
Ask me what I and I say, "It's the method!"
Funk off the hook I shit disconnected!
What's the name of that rollin' up trees?
(Jersey up the bom ba zee!)
It stop, you better move slowly
I make that chest wet and
Then dip low-key OG's
Then that antidote to make you OD
You a better flower get the dough G and show me
I bet you I em more pussy than Jonsy (meow*)
And show em How High I am just the nosebleed (How High)
I keep it By Nature
Kick that rugged that Maybelline could make-up, lace up

(Yeah Doctor, represent one time for all the blunt smokers)
weed
(Yeah yeah, yeah, it's how we do)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
Smoke (smoke lalala)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
Smoke (smoke lalala)

Funk Doctor, got your ass down proper
Let me blast derelicts, Binaca
Star at War, smoke blunts, don't Chewbacca
The head banger for the marijuana shoppers
Lace the with stacks of artifacts
Make the police me for givin' the cardiac
'Cause I'm the shitter, headbanger
Twenty blunt a day nigga, whipper
I represent, commence to beat an
Who's next to get that ass bent ten
I make you boo off your jewels you lose 'cause
(I am so cool cool)
opponent, I Got Five On It
Met hoochie, now I got fifty-five on it
With two Coronas, I dominate my
To the hardcore niggaz, on! (motherfucker)

Check, I walk around the street with the black tec
By the waistline, the hype shit
So turn the up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your pop

Check, I walk the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, the hype shit
So turn the volume up a
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make speakers pop