Luyện nghe bài hát Pump

Are you for a brother
With a mouth full of grenades?
Watch a brothers serenade
With the grace of a razor blade butter
In the middle of a wave, peep ways

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

Did you really believe these ability's couldn't
Filling my pockets the cheese and the broccoli?
Watch you trippin' on some of shit
That be killing off the ozone my clique
Now she don't to put her clothes on

You better who to idolize over tracks
Or catch a to the batch
Of the kerosene for the pay
'Cause the S.W. play that
I them till the moon fade black

sentimental on an instrumental
When it's complemental to the psycho
Alpha, disco, quick to split your
From the max to the

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

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

Monologue get mind blown, keep you
In the bushes when the infrared
up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly
Rock the philosophy made for the rap

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

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Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha on?
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Psycho, alphabetical, ministry

Was it the night we dragged your hommie through the club
Made him up when he loc'd up
heat seekers to his dome
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 catch a ricochet

Propelling with the light speed laid back
Like a kneed, eye to eye with the enemy
While the proceed to achieve
enemies to a realm in a calm breeze

I shall rip it till my lungs
Proceed spittin' game in the city
And continue rippin' heads off of
Sincerely yours mack with the khakis creased

Whatcha on?

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