Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bump

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

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

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

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

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

Ow, shit I'm just one hip
Shit is off the hook my crew is in the mixture
What I deliver, over tracks and
Is making lungs collapse and quiver, it's the
PPP foundation in ass
We be the bomb like Oklahoma blast
Then outlast, a few clowns,
Raps, stay the mack like Dru Down
Ask me I smoke and I say, "It's the method!"
Funk off the I leave shit disconnected!
What's the name of that town up trees?
(Jersey up the bom ba zee!)
It don't stop, you better move
I that chest wet and cozy
Then dip low-key like
Then inject antidote to make you OD
You know a better flower get the dough G and me
I bet you I make em pussy than Jonsy (meow*)
And show em How High I am just the nosebleed (How High)
I keep it Naughty By
that rugged shit that Maybelline could make-up, lace up

(Yeah Funk Doctor, represent one time for all the smokers)
Smokin'
(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 locked proper
Let me blast derelicts, Binaca
I'ma at War, smoke blunts, don't Chewbacca
The head banger for the marijuana shoppers
Lace the tracks with of artifacts
the police arrest me for givin' the cardiac
'Cause I'm the shitter, non-quitter
Twenty blunt a day nigga, Land-cruise
I represent, to beat an instrument
next to get that ass bent ten percent
I make you boo pass off your you lose 'cause
(I am so cool cool)
opponent, I Got Five On It
Met some hoochie, now I got on it
two Coronas, I dominate my opponents
To the niggaz, keep 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 around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype
So turn the volume up a
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make speakers pop