Luyện nghe bài hát The Lah

Primo!
on, hah!

[Verse 1: Foxxx]
Somebody better security it's 'bout to be on
I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to 'til dawn
Niggas are wrong, if they think I'm soft in my song
You wanna die? Hah, I can your coffin me on
I'm the reason that rap niggaz, may spit a name
I'm the reason that some niggaz, in the game
I'm the reason rock died, some proclaim
underground street nigga, Bumpy came
They wonderin, how the hell he just stop and
They wonderin, how this nigga so hot
Well it's a of five things I live by
I speak to none of these bitc -ass niggas, just give 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
emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers
Nigga just push Y
And I always spit fly, and never be
'Cause Bumpy leavin, 'til Bumpy get paid
You niggas is like little
infecting the sound the real niggaz started
So we keep it underground,

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

[Verse 2: Foxxx]
Niggaz know I ain't play when it comes to the rhyme 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, than grits on Al Green
Gonna make Iverson stick with his team
Basketball was dream, so live ya other life
Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't 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 thug
Got a problem with that speech get your mug
By reverend glock, got they' game all twisted
It's a lot of niggaz bring it too and it's listed
I hope he try to up and show me you live
That makes my hard, and I get all sweaty inside
'Cause I know this little nigga prove he ain't a sucker
But he fucking with a bad motherfucker, it's Knux

[2x]

[Verse 3: Freddie
The magazines - I to meet my reviewer
Take his ass to the sewer, and him what it's like
Tryna up on this mic, how to struggle, how to fight
like tryna find an ass on a Chinese woman
In the dark, black night I got the double
As if I was in the smoke
and skinny white women they my record
I been since +97+, way before that
Now I back, and niggaz still bitchin
You can't even snatch a no more, niggaz snitchin
A lot of niggaz is just pots in the kitchen congresman Wrangle
Mister Bo Jangle with up ankles
The blacks start suffer the white start spangled
Banner and we don't 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 blinded by
And you got a little cheddar made your pussy game better
While you need mic lessons nursery rhymin
When all a nigga want is a car and a hurt me
He'll do anything for
And a dick like he MC Lewinsky
I'm the nigga that you can't see, don't get it fucked up
All you sucka ass will get Bump knucked up

[2x]