Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

See, you play around too fuckin'
(How people you got hurt?)
You learned your lesson yet
(You learned your fuckin' lesson)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My is sinister, I run shit like a prime minister
You breathin' 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 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 bite 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 it's goin down
I got connects with tecs and white and jets
Think I'm playin' motherfucker? Let me 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 they wanna play
Just remember one day that that ass gotta pay

'Cause fuckin' with my gravy is like my little baby
And you wouldn't be safe if you joined the fuckin' navy
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 praised me and thugs just craze me
I know it sounds strange, but it's part of the
I control brains, when they suckin' on my sugar cane

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

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