Luyện nghe bài hát Pump

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

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

Did you really believe these couldn't achieve
Filling my with the cheese and the broccoli?
Watch you trippin' on some of that
be killing 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 match to the
Of the for the pay back
'Cause the S.W. play that
I eliminate them till the moon fade

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

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

Terminal condition when the mic is in
To them from the solar plexus to the neck up
Giving them a with the double concussion
Propelling through my multiple combination

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

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

I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap
Drop and got chose for the rap game
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, whatcha 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, ministry

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 adversaries look away the A to the K O M A C K
Get to rippin' through the cable the wrath of a bullet
Bet your corner catch a

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

I shall rip it till my cease
spittin' game in the city streets
And continue rippin' heads off of
yours lack mack with the khakis creased

Whatcha on?

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Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha on?
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Pump, pump, pump, pump,

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

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

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