Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

You still and fuckin' around
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 fucked your whole million dollar aura

Clean cut or thugged out, I give a fuck
with that champagne shit
Fuckin' with me, you'll a job in the cleaners
Givin' a permanent crease

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

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

your Range Rover with stockin' caps
For seventy-eight more blocks
ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon down
Remove your fuckin' mop, take body 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 Jamaican restaurant

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

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

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

do y'all shit in the studio
We our shit to your face
Y'all do y'all in the studio
We bring our to your 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 I'ma make sure that you don't take the witness 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 motherfucker the dust from the lust
To live plush, and he died quick from the

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

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

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

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

My came before money you fuckin' dummy
Bitches callin' me, Bumpy while my dick is in they
But if you cross the line, you be able to find
They motherfuckin' head, they or they spine

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