Luyện nghe bài hát Pump

Are you for a brother
With a mouth of hand grenades?
Watch a tongue serenade
With the grace of a razor over butter
In the middle of a wave, peep ways

Got a in every part of the city
'Cause I'm street
Did you really want to with me?
I'ma a picture sad to see
Like a brother from a rope in an apple

Did you believe these ability's couldn't achieve
Filling my pockets with the cheese and the
Watch you on some of that shit
That be killing off the mention my clique
Now she don't want to put her on

You better who to idolize over tracks
Or catch a to the batch
Of the for the pay back
the S.W. never play that
I eliminate them till the moon fade

sentimental on an instrumental
When it's to the mental psycho
Alpha, disco, quick to your riddle
the max to the minimal

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Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
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Terminal condition when the mic is in
To slit them from the solar to the neck up
Giving them a hemorrhage the double concussion
Propelling my nemesis multiple combination

In 3D images split a wig a fool trip
Never mind your sipping on, what you trippin' on?
Is it tricks or the on the Brougham
Or the way my city get it gritty in time zone?

get mind blown, keep you ducking
In the bushes when the roam
Turn up the and watch a poetical prophecy properly
Rock the philosophy for the rap game

I paid dues, slayed for the rap game
Drop flows and got chose for the rap
I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to
What, what, what, on

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Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump,

Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump,

Psycho, alphabetical, street

Was it the night we dragged hommie through the night club
Made him fold up he loc'd up
Droppin' heat seekers to his
Like a hot comb to his when he spoke up

All adversaries away when the A to the K O M A C K
Get to rippin' through the with the wrath of a bullet
Bet your corner a ricochet

Propelling parallel with the speed laid back
Like a knock kneed, eye to eye with the
While the telepathy proceed to
Blowing enemies to a realm in a calm

I shall rip it my lungs cease
Proceed spittin' game in the city
And continue rippin' off of robeast
Sincerely lack mack with the khakis creased

trippin' on?

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Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
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Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
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Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you
Damn if I ain't superb it
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it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve
'Damn if I ain't with it
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha on?
Pump, pump, pump,