Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

You still and fuckin' around
That's all you doin, you fuckin' around
a little, bitch

Youse a ass nigga, smack your fuckin' skullies off
You niggaz ain't a fuckin' lesson yet?
Count your yet, publicity got you mixed up
And fucked your whole million dollar aura

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

We don't do Entertainment Tonight, O'Donnell
Piss on niggaz like you and take your models
Straight to Chicken, and fuckin' McDonald's
Fuck all you glamorized niggaz

on some real hardcore, maggot niggaz
Catch you in the gridlock in New York City
Hit you in the with a rock tied up in a fuckin' sock
Tell the cops, I'll you with a mac-10

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

In a fucked up van to a Mexican chop
Fuck a bitch-ass bodyguard, of niggaz squealin'
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, show you the fuckin' bomb
Ya blood clot, catch you niggaz in or Sony

Sounds, who is it Bill?
Who's fuckin' around with Tony?
All that bullshit, walkin' with - hard packs
You motherfuckers carryin'
That's right, your hooded parkas
You motherfuckers suck dick and phony

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

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

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

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

Now I'm Southbound, fuck the 6, the Greyhound
Any cat cross the line can't it's goin down
I got connects with tecs and white boats and
Think I'm playin' motherfucker? Let me know who

Silence and not loud, you off in the crowd
Now your growin' up in the world as a fatherless child
choose 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 still be safe if you joined the fuckin' navy
You be crazy, thinkin' yo' ass can get Swayze
But the only fuckin' thing you gon' be doin is pushin' up

And it won't faze me, 'cause real gangsters me
Ghetto diamonds me and thugs slug just craze me
I know it sounds strange, but part of the game
I control bitches brains, when they on my sugar cane

My came before money you fuckin' dummy
Bitches callin' me, Bumpy while my dick is in they
But if you cross the line, you be able to find
They motherfuckin' head, limbs or they spine

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