Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bump

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

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

Ayo yes it's me the MC Grand
that Newcleus I suggest you Jams On It
I'm not a role model I the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play pretty as sex models
So inhale, exhale, you smell?
the frail blind MC off my trail
If he use braille, see I been touched
Regulate the street tactics then in the cut
Uhahh, lay back and hit this while I this
Flip this, get ass flow at long distance
And plus I pack inches in my britches
And keep an instant lit for the ass bitches
Newark, New on the map, comprende?
And confrontations start from the blunts and the
And if any, MC out there want to
Call my boy see to put a slug in your vest

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

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

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

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

Funk Doctor, got your ass locked proper
Let me next derelicts, Binaca
I'ma Star at War, smoke blunts, Chewbacca
The head banger for the marijuana shoppers
Lace the with stacks of artifacts
the police arrest me for givin' the cardiac
'Cause I'm the shitter, non-quitter
blunt a day nigga, Land-cruise whipper
I represent, commence to an instrument
next to get that ass bent ten percent
I make you boo pass off your jewels you lose
(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 with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the shit
So turn the volume up a
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, your speakers pop

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