Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In a fucked up van to a Mexican shop
a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin'
Cancel your important meetings, we can do
Broad daylight, me and you in a fuckin' Jamaican restaurant

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

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

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

Y'all do y'all shit in the
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 prime
You still breathin' motherfucker? But now it's to finish ya
Blood sport, I heard you on support
But I'ma make sure you don't take the witness stand in court

Afternoon, creep up in your room, past the goon
'Fore you ba-boom, and I'm sendin' yo' ass to the moon
Another motherfucker bite the dust the lust
To live plush, and he died quick the rush

Now I'm Southbound, the 6, take the Greyhound
Any cat cross the line can't hide it's 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 up in the world as a fatherless child
Everybody choose the fuckin' way that they wanna
Just remember one fuckin' day that that ass pay

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

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

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

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