Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

You still playin' and around
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' lesson
Count your blessing yet, got you mixed up
And Keith's fucked your whole dollar aura

Clean cut or out, I don't give a fuck
Niggaz with that shit
Fuckin' with me, earn a job in the cleaners
motherfuckers a permanent crease

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

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

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

In a up van to a Mexican chop shop
Fuck a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of squealin'
Cancel your important meetings, we can do
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 three four five
Fuckin' magazines, show you the fuckin' bomb
Ya blood clot, catch you in Quadrasonic or Sony

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence and not loud, you off in the crowd
Now your shorty growin' up in the world as a fatherless
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 fuckin'
You must be crazy, yo' ass can get Swayze
But the only fuckin' thing you gon' be doin is up daisies

And it faze me, 'cause real gangsters raised me
Ghetto diamonds praised me and thugs slug craze me
I know it sounds strange, but it's part of the
I control bitches brains, when they on my sugar cane

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

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