Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all on real hardcore, maggot niggaz
Catch you in the gridlock in New City traffic
Hit you in the face with a rock tied up in a sock
Tell the cops, I'll you with a mac-10

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

In a fucked up van to a chop shop
a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin'
Cancel important meetings, we can do this
daylight, just 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 clips
Fuckin' magazines, show you the fuckin' bomb
Ya clot, catch you niggaz in Quadrasonic or Sony

Platinum Sounds, who is it
Who's around with Crazy Tony?
All that bullshit, walkin' around - hard packs
You motherfuckers backpacks
right, with your hooded 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 y'all in the studio
We bring our shit to face

Y'all do y'all shit in the
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 motherfucker? But now it's time to finish ya
Blood sport, I you on life support
But I'ma sure that you don't take the witness stand in court

Afternoon, creep 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 it's down
I got with tecs and white boats and jets
I'm playin' motherfucker? Let me know who next

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

'Cause fuckin' with my gravy is 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 faze me, 'cause gangsters raised me
Ghetto diamonds praised me and thugs just craze me
I know it sounds strange, but it's of the game
I control bitches brains, when they suckin' on my sugar

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

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