Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

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

Youse a bitch ass nigga, smack fuckin' skullies off
You niggaz learned a fuckin' lesson yet?
Count your blessing yet, publicity got you up
And Keith's fucked your whole dollar aura

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

We don't do Tonight, Rosie O'Donnell
Piss on niggaz like you and take your video
Straight to Church's Chicken, and McDonald's
Fuck all you faggot niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 from the rush

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 white boats and
Think I'm playin' motherfucker? Let me 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 fuckin' way that wanna play
remember one fuckin' day that that ass gotta pay

'Cause fuckin' with my is like rapin' my little baby
And you still wouldn't be 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 gangsters raised me
Ghetto praised me and thugs slug just craze me
I know it strange, but it's part of the game
I bitches brains, when they suckin' on my sugar cane

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

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