Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

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

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

Clean cut or thugged out, I give a fuck
Niggaz with that champagne
with me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners
Givin' motherfuckers a crease

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My mental is sinister, I run shit a prime minister
You still 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 witness in court

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

Now I'm Southbound, fuck the 6, the Greyhound
Any cat cross the line can't it's goin down
I got connects with tecs and boats and jets
Think I'm motherfucker? Let me know who next

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

'Cause with my gravy is like rapin' my little baby
And you still wouldn't be safe if you joined the fuckin'
You must be crazy, thinkin' yo' ass can get
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 it sounds strange, but it's part of the game
I bitches brains, when they suckin' on my sugar cane

My fame came before money you fuckin'
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 here to see the fuckin' sunshine
(Blaow)
Blaow, with one in your
Keith 'n' Bumpy' put one in spine