Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My mental is sinister, I run shit like a minister
You still breathin' motherfucker? But now time to finish ya
Blood sport, I you on life support
But I'ma make that you don't 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 bite the dust from the lust
To live plush, and he quick from the rush

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

Silence and not loud, pick you off in the
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 ass gotta pay

'Cause fuckin' 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 fuckin' thing you gon' be doin is pushin' up daisies

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

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

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