Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In a fucked up van to a Mexican shop
Fuck a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of 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 know the fuck I am", load three five clips
Fuckin' magazines, I'll show you the bomb
Ya blood clot, catch you niggaz in Quadrasonic or

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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