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

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

Clean cut or thugged out, I give a fuck
with that champagne shit
Fuckin' with me, earn 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
Straight to Church's Chicken, and fuckin'
all you glamorized faggot niggaz

Y'all on real hardcore, maggot niggaz
Catch you in the gridlock in New York City
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 fuckin'
Watch ambulances and paramedics off your paragon down
Remove fuckin' mop, take your body pieces

In a up van to a Mexican chop shop
Fuck a bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin'
Cancel important meetings, we can do this
Broad daylight, just me and you in a fuckin' Jamaican

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

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

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

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

My mental is sinister, I run shit like a prime
You still breathin' But now it's time to finish ya
sport, I heard you on life support
But I'ma make sure that you take the witness stand in court

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

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

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

'Cause fuckin' with my 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 is pushin' up daisies

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

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

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