Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

See, you play too fuckin' much
(How many you got hurt?)
You learned your 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 bitch ass nigga, smack fuckin' skullies off
You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin' yet?
Count your blessing yet, got you mixed up
And Keith's fucked your million dollar aura

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

We do Entertainment Tonight, Rosie O'Donnell
Piss on niggaz like you and take video models
Straight to Chicken, and fuckin' McDonald's
all you glamorized faggot niggaz

Y'all on some 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 a mac-10

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

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

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

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

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

My mental is sinister, I run like a prime minister
You still breathin' But now it's time to finish ya
Blood sport, I heard you on support
But I'ma make sure that you take the witness stand in court

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

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

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

fuckin' with my gravy is like rapin' my little baby
And you still wouldn't be safe if you the fuckin' navy
You must be crazy, yo' ass can get Swayze
But the only thing you gon' be doin is pushin' 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 of the game
I control bitches brains, they suckin' on my sugar cane

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

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