Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all do y'all shit in the
We our shit to your face
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 time to ya
Blood sport, I heard you on support
But I'ma make sure you don't take the witness stand in court

Afternoon, I'ma creep up in your room, past the
'Fore you [unverified] ba-boom, and I'm yo' ass to the moon
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 the line can't hide it's goin down
I got connects with and white boats and jets
Think I'm playin' Let me know who next

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

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

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

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

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