Luyện nghe bài hát The Lah

Primo!
on, hah!

[Verse 1: Freddie
better call security it's 'bout to be on
I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to bust 'til
Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I'm 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 that some niggaz, in the game
I'm the reason rock died, some proclaim
rich underground street nigga, came
They wonderin, how the he just won't stop and
They wonderin, how nigga stays so hot
it's a combination of five things I live by
I don't to none of these bitc -ass niggas, just give eye
Always aim for the sky, unless I'm at an A&R from the majors
then I aim for the eye, and you never me cry
These emotional ass industry rap
just push double Y
And I spit fly, and never be afraid
Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til Bumpy get paid
You niggas is like AIDS
infecting the sound that the real niggaz
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 a locomotion (Feel me)
The Lah, lah, lah
Smokin, smokin,

[Verse 2: Freddie
Niggaz know I ain't play around it comes to the rhyme to the sound
the sky to the ground, I gun your ass down, like I'm aged rap round
I got a little for the kiddies and I call it "Ain't that clown!"
Bumpy Knux, hotter than grits on Al Green
Gonna make Allen Iverson stick his team
Basketball was your dream, so live ya other
Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't nice
What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double
How you nine foot tall, and rhymin just a
I police the underground, and I'm appointed
Got a problem with that speech get mug annointed
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 dick hard, and I get all inside
'Cause I know this little nigga prove he ain't a sucker
But he fucking with a bad motherfucker, Bumpy Knux

[2x]

[Verse 3: Freddie
The - I like to meet 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 tryna find an ass on a Chinese woman
In the dark, black I got the double Tech
As if I was in the smoke
and skinny white they play my record
I been +Hot+ since +97+, way that
Now I come back, and niggaz bitchin
You even snatch a chain no more, niggaz snitchin
A lot of niggaz is just pots in the like congresman Wrangle
Mister Bo with fucked up ankles
The blacks start suffer while the start spangled
Banner and we don't on MTV
The fuckin record is ownin 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 mic nice lessons nursery rhymin
When all a nigga want is a car and a me diamond
He'll do anything for
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

[Chorus]