Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

You still playin' and fuckin'
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' yet?
Count your blessing yet, publicity got you up
And Keith's fucked your whole dollar aura

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

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

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

Follow your Range Rover with caps
For seventy-eight fuckin' blocks
Watch ambulances and paramedics take off paragon down
Remove your fuckin' mop, your body pieces

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

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

Platinum Sounds, who is it
Who's fuckin' around Crazy Tony?
All bullshit, walkin' around with - hard packs
You motherfuckers carryin'
That's right, with hooded parkas
You motherfuckers suck and you're phony

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

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

Afternoon, I'ma creep up in your room, past the
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 quick from the rush

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

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

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

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

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

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