Luyện nghe bài hát Pump

Are you ready for a
With a full of hand grenades?
Watch a brothers serenade
With the grace of a razor over butter
In the middle of a heat wave, peep

Got a baby in part of the city
I'm street made
Did you really want to with me?
paint a picture sad to see
Like a brother a rope in an apple tree

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

You better recognize who to idolize over
Or catch a to the batch
Of the for the pay back
'Cause the S.W. never that
I eliminate them till the moon black

Never sentimental on an
When it's complemental to the psycho
Alpha, disco, quick to your riddle
From the max to the

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condition when the mic is in position
To slit them from the solar to the neck up
them a hemorrhage with the double concussion
Propelling my nemesis multiple combination

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

Monologue get mind blown, you ducking
In the when the infrared roam
up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly
Rock the made for the rap game

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

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Psycho, alphabetical, street

Was it the night we dragged your hommie through the night
Made him fold up when he up
Droppin' heat to his dome
Like a hot comb to his dome when he up

All look 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 catch a

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

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

Whatcha on?

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Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you
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
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