Luyện nghe bài hát The Lah

Primo!
on, hah!

[Verse 1: Freddie
Somebody better call security it's to be on
I'm in the streets, midnight, to bust 'til dawn
Niggas are dead wrong, if they I'm soft in my song
You wanna die? Hah, I can 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 that rock died, some proclaim
rich underground nigga, Bumpy came
They wonderin, how the hell he just stop and
They wonderin, how this stays so hot
Well it's a combination of five I live by
I don't speak to 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
emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers
Nigga just double Y
And I always spit fly, and never be
'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til get paid
You niggas is little AIDS
infecting the sound that the real started
So we it underground, yeah

[2x]
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: Foxxx]
Niggaz know I ain't play around when it comes to the rhyme to the
From the sky to the ground, I gun your ass down, I'm aged rap round
I got a little for the kiddies and I call it "Ain't that clown!"
It's Bumpy Knux, hotter than on Al Green
Gonna make Allen Iverson with his team
Basketball was your dream, so live ya other
Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't 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 get your mug annointed
By glock, niggas got they' game all twisted
It's a lot of niggaz I'ma bring it too and listed
I he try to stand up and show me you live
makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty inside
'Cause I know little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker
But he fucking a bad motherfucker, it's Bumpy Knux

[2x]

[Verse 3: Foxxx]
The - I like to meet my reviewer
Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's
Tryna come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to
like tryna find an ass on a Chinese woman
In the dark, night I got the double Tech
As if I was in the cigarette
and white women they play my record
I been since +97+, way before that
Now I come back, and still bitchin
You even snatch a chain no more, niggaz snitchin
A lot of niggaz is just pots in the kitchen congresman Wrangle
Mister Bo Jangle with fucked up
The blacks start suffer while the white start
Banner and we play on MTV
The fuckin record company is all the MP3
And the factory, I got niggaz saying "Bumpy too black for me!"
It's the nigga, I see, but you blinded by glitter
And you got a little cheddar what's made your game better
While you need mic nice lessons nursery
When all a nigga want is a car and a hurt me
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 sucka ass niggaz will get knucked up

[Chorus]