Luyện nghe bài hát The Lah

Primo!
on, hah!

[Verse 1: Freddie
Somebody call security it's 'bout to be on
I'm in the streets, midnight, to bust 'til dawn
Niggas are dead wrong, if they I'm soft in my song
You wanna die? Hah, I can help coffin me on
I'm the reason that some rap niggaz, may spit a
I'm the that some niggaz, still in the game
I'm the reason that rock died, some
rich street nigga, Bumpy came
They wonderin, how the hell he won't stop and
They wonderin, how this nigga so hot
Well a combination of five things I live by
I don't speak to none of these bitc -ass niggas, just eye
Always aim for the sky, unless I'm aiming at an A&R the majors
then I aim for the eye, and you never me cry
These emotional ass industry rap
Nigga just push Y
And I always spit fly, and be afraid
Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til Bumpy get paid
You is like little AIDS
infecting the that the real niggaz started
So we it underground, yeah

[Chorus]
The Lah, lah, lah
Got me clouded brains in
The Lah, lah, lah
Got me causing mad
The Lah, lah, lah
Hit me like a (Feel me)
The Lah, lah, lah
Smokin, smokin,

[Verse 2: Freddie
Niggaz know I ain't play around when it comes to the to the sound
From the sky to the ground, I gun your ass down, like I'm rap round
I got a little game for the kiddies and I it "Ain't that clown!"
It's Bumpy Knux, hotter than grits on Al
Gonna make Allen Iverson with his team
Basketball was your dream, so live ya life
Don't go broke tryna flow, be you that nice
What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double
How you nine tall, and rhymin just a little?
I police the underground, and I'm appointed
Got a problem with speech get your mug annointed
By reverend glock, niggas got they' all twisted
It's a lot of niggaz I'ma bring it too and it's
I hope he try to up and show me you live
makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty inside
'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a
But he fucking with a bad motherfucker, Bumpy Knux

[2x]

[Verse 3: Freddie
The magazines - I like to my reviewer
Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what like
Tryna come up on mic, how to struggle, how to fight
It's like tryna an ass on a Chinese woman
In the dark, night I got the double Tech
As if I was in the smoke
and skinny white women play my record
I been +Hot+ since +97+, way before
Now I come back, and niggaz bitchin
You can't even snatch a chain no more, niggaz
A lot of niggaz is just in the kitchen like congresman Wrangle
Mister Bo Jangle with up ankles
The blacks suffer while the white start spangled
and we don't play on MTV
The fuckin record is ownin all the MP3
And the bootleg factory, I got niggaz saying "Bumpy too for me!"
It's the truth nigga, I see, but you by glitter
And you got a little cheddar made your pussy game better
you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin
When all a nigga want is a car and a me diamond
do anything for anybody
And suck a like he MC Lewinsky
I'm the nigga you can't see, don't ever get it fucked up
All you ass niggaz will get Bump knucked up

[2x]