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, 'bout to 'til dawn
are dead wrong, if they think I'm soft in my song
You wanna Hah, I can help your coffin me on
I'm the that some rap niggaz, may spit a name
I'm the reason that niggaz, still in the game
I'm the reason that died, some proclaim
rich underground nigga, Bumpy came
They wonderin, how the hell he just won't and
They wonderin, how this stays so hot
Well it's a combination of five I live by
I don't to none of these bitc -ass niggas, just give eye
aim for the sky, unless I'm aiming at an A&R from the majors
then I aim for the eye, and you seen me cry
These emotional ass industry rap
Nigga push double Y
And I always spit fly, and be afraid
'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin, Bumpy get paid
You niggas is like AIDS
infecting the sound that the real niggaz
So we keep it underground,

[2x]
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: Foxxx]
know I ain't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound
From the sky to the ground, I gun your ass down, I'm aged rap round
I got a game for the kiddies and I call it "Ain't that clown!"
It's Bumpy Knux, hotter than on Al Green
Gonna make Allen Iverson stick with his
Basketball was your dream, so live ya other
Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't nice
with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double dribble
How you nine foot tall, and rhymin a little?
I police the underground, and I'm thug
Got a with that speech get your mug annointed
By glock, niggas got they' game all twisted
It's a lot of niggaz I'ma bring it too and it's
I hope he try to stand up and show me you
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, it's Bumpy

[Chorus]

3: Freddie Foxxx]
The - I like to meet my reviewer
Take his ass to the sewer, and show him it's like
come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to fight
It's like tryna find an ass on a Chinese
In the dark, black night I got the Tech
As if I was in the smoke
and skinny white women they my record
I been +Hot+ +97+, way before that
Now I back, and niggaz still bitchin
You can't even a chain no more, niggaz snitchin
A lot of niggaz is just pots in the like congresman Wrangle
Mister Bo Jangle fucked up ankles
The blacks start suffer while the white 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 blinded by
And you got a little cheddar what's made your game better
you need mic nice lessons nursery rhymin
When all a nigga want is a car and a me diamond
He'll do for anybody
And a dick like he MC Lewinsky
I'm the nigga you can't see, don't ever get it fucked up
All you sucka ass niggaz get Bump knucked up

[Chorus]