Luyện nghe bài hát The Lah

Primo!
on, hah!

[Verse 1: Foxxx]
Somebody better call it's 'bout to be on
I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to bust 'til
are dead 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 some rap niggaz, may a name
I'm the reason that some niggaz, still in the
I'm the reason that died, some proclaim
rich street nigga, Bumpy came
wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop and
They wonderin, how this nigga so hot
it's a combination of five things I live by
I don't speak to none of these -ass niggas, just give eye
Always aim for the sky, 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 just push Y
And I always spit fly, and be afraid
'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til Bumpy get
You niggas is little AIDS
the sound that the real niggaz started
So we it underground, yeah

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[2x]