Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

See, you play around too fuckin'
(How many you got hurt?)
You ain't your lesson yet
(You learned your fuckin' lesson)

You still and fuckin' around
all you doin, you playin' fuckin' around
Youse a little,

a bitch ass nigga, smack your fuckin' skullies off
You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin' lesson
Count your blessing yet, publicity got you up
And Keith's fucked your million dollar aura

Clean cut or thugged out, I don't a fuck
Niggaz that champagne shit
Fuckin' with me, you'll earn a job in the
Givin' motherfuckers a permanent

We don't do Entertainment Tonight, Rosie
Piss on niggaz like you and your video models
to Church's Chicken, and fuckin' McDonald's
Fuck all you glamorized niggaz

Y'all on real hardcore, maggot niggaz
you in the gridlock in New York City traffic
Hit you in the face a rock tied up in a fuckin' sock
Tell the cops, I'll chase you with a

your Range Rover with stockin' caps
For more fuckin' blocks
Watch ambulances and take off your paragon down
Remove your fuckin' mop, take your body

In a up van to a Mexican chop shop
Fuck a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz
Cancel your meetings, we can do this
Broad daylight, just me and you in a Jamaican restaurant

"Who da ya tink you are mon, what ya fuckin doin?
You don't the fuck I am", load three four five clips
Fuckin' magazines, I'll show you the fuckin'
Ya blood clot, catch you in Quadrasonic or Sony

Sounds, who is it Bill?
Who's fuckin' around with Crazy
All that bullshit, walkin' around with - hard
You motherfuckers backpacks
That's right, with your parkas
You motherfuckers suck dick and you're

do y'all shit in the studio
We bring our to your face
Y'all do y'all in the studio
We bring our to your face

do y'all shit in the studio
We bring our shit to face
do y'all shit in the studio
We bring our shit to your

My mental is sinister, I run like a prime minister
You still breathin' motherfucker? But now it's time to ya
Blood sport, I heard you on life
But I'ma make sure that you don't take the stand in court

Afternoon, I'ma creep up in your room, past the
'Fore you [unverified] ba-boom, and I'm sendin' yo' ass to the
Another bite the dust from the lust
To live plush, and he died quick the rush

Now I'm Southbound, fuck the 6, take the
Any cat cross the line can't hide it's goin
I got with tecs and white boats and jets
I'm playin' motherfucker? Let me know who next

Silence and not loud, you off in the crowd
Now your shorty growin' up in the world as a child
Everybody the fuckin' way that they wanna play
Just remember one fuckin' day that ass gotta pay

'Cause fuckin' with my is like rapin' my little baby
And you wouldn't be safe if you joined the fuckin' navy
You must be crazy, thinkin' yo' ass can get
But the only fuckin' thing you gon' be doin is up daisies

And it faze me, 'cause real gangsters raised me
Ghetto diamonds me and thugs slug just craze me
I know it sounds strange, but it's part of the
I control bitches brains, they suckin' on my sugar cane

My fame before money you fuckin' dummy
callin' me, Bumpy while my dick is in they tummy
But if you the line, you won't be able to find
They head, they limbs or they spine

So all you bitch motherfuckers better mine
If you plan on bein' to see the fuckin' sunshine
(Blaow)
Blaow, with one in spine
Keith 'n' Bumpy' put one in your