Luyện nghe bài hát The Lah

Primo!
on, hah!

[Verse 1: Freddie
Somebody better security it's 'bout to be on
I'm in the streets, midnight, to bust 'til dawn
are dead wrong, if they think I'm soft in my song
You die? Hah, I can help your coffin me on
I'm the reason that rap niggaz, may spit a name
I'm the reason some niggaz, still in the game
I'm the reason rock died, some proclaim
rich underground nigga, Bumpy came
They wonderin, how the hell he won't stop and
They wonderin, how nigga stays so hot
Well it's a combination of five things I 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 from the
then I aim for the eye, and you seen me cry
emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers
Nigga just push Y
And I spit fly, and never be afraid
'Cause Bumpy leavin, 'til Bumpy get paid
You is like little AIDS
infecting the sound that the niggaz started
So we it underground, yeah

[2x]
The Lah, lah, lah
Got me brains in motion
The Lah, lah, lah
Got me mad commotion
The Lah, lah, lah
Hit me a locomotion (Feel me)
The Lah, lah, lah
Smokin, smokin,

2: Freddie Foxxx]
Niggaz know I ain't play around it comes to the rhyme to the sound
From the sky to the ground, I gun ass down, like I'm aged rap round
I got a little game for the and I call it "Ain't that clown!"
It's Bumpy Knux, hotter than grits on Al
Gonna make Allen Iverson stick with his
Basketball was your dream, so live ya life
Don't go broke flow, be you ain't that nice
What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' dribble
How you nine tall, and rhymin just a little?
I the underground, and I'm thug appointed
Got a problem with speech get your mug annointed
By reverend glock, niggas got they' game all
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
That makes my hard, and I get all sweaty inside
'Cause I know little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker
But he with a bad motherfucker, it's Bumpy Knux

[2x]

[Verse 3: Foxxx]
The magazines - I like to meet my
his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like
Tryna come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to
It's like tryna find an ass on a Chinese
In the dark, night I got the double Tech
As if I was in the cigarette
and skinny white they play my record
I +Hot+ since +97+, way before that
Now I come back, and still bitchin
You can't snatch a chain no more, niggaz snitchin
A lot of niggaz is just pots in the kitchen like Wrangle
Mister Bo Jangle with up ankles
The blacks start suffer while the white start
and we don't play on MTV
The fuckin record company is all the MP3
And the bootleg factory, I got saying "Bumpy too black for me!"
the truth nigga, I see, but you blinded by glitter
And you got a little cheddar what's made your pussy game
While you need mic nice lessons rhymin
When all a want is a car and a hurt me diamond
He'll do anything for
And a dick like he MC Lewinsky
I'm the nigga that you see, don't ever get it fucked up
All you ass niggaz will get Bump knucked up

[2x]