Luyện nghe bài hát The Lah

Primo!
on, hah!

[Verse 1: Freddie
Somebody better call it's 'bout to be on
I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to 'til dawn
Niggas are dead wrong, if they think I'm soft in my
You wanna die? Hah, I can your coffin me on
I'm the that some rap niggaz, may spit a name
I'm the reason some niggaz, still 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 combination of five I live by
I don't speak to none of bitc -ass niggas, just give 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 push double Y
And I always spit fly, and be afraid
'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin, Bumpy get paid
You niggas is little AIDS
infecting the sound that the real started
So we keep it underground,

[Chorus]
The Lah, lah, lah
Got me clouded brains in
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: Freddie
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, like I'm rap round
I got a little for the kiddies and I call it "Ain't that clown!"
It's Bumpy Knux, hotter grits on Al Green
make Allen Iverson stick with his team
Basketball was your dream, so live ya other
go broke tryna flow, be you ain't that nice
What's with 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 problem with that speech get mug annointed
By reverend glock, niggas got game all twisted
It's a lot of niggaz bring it too and it's listed
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 fucking a bad motherfucker, it's Bumpy Knux

[Chorus]

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

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