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 dawn
Niggas are dead wrong, if 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 that some niggaz, still in the game
I'm the reason that died, some proclaim
underground street nigga, Bumpy came
They wonderin, how the hell he won't stop and
They wonderin, how this stays so hot
Well it's a combination of five I live by
I don't speak to none of these bitc 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 never me cry
These emotional ass rap motherfuckers
Nigga push double Y
And I always spit fly, and never be
'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til get paid
You niggas is like little
infecting the sound that the real started
So we keep it underground,

[Chorus]
The Lah, lah, lah
Got me clouded in motion
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: Foxxx]
Niggaz know I ain't play when 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 game for the kiddies and I it "Ain't that clown!"
It's Bumpy Knux, hotter than grits on Al
Gonna make Allen stick with his team
Basketball was your dream, so live ya life
Don't go tryna flow, be you ain't that nice
with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double dribble
How you foot tall, and rhymin just a little?
I the underground, and I'm thug appointed
Got a problem that speech get your mug annointed
By reverend glock, niggas got game all twisted
It's a lot of I'ma bring it too and it's listed
I hope he try to up and show me you live
makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty inside
'Cause I this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker
But he fucking with a bad motherfucker, it's Bumpy

[Chorus]

3: Freddie Foxxx]
The magazines - I to meet my reviewer
his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like
Tryna come up on mic, how to struggle, how to fight
It's like tryna an ass on a Chinese woman
In the dark, black night I got the Tech
As if I was in the cigarette
and skinny white they play my record
I +Hot+ since +97+, way before that
Now I back, and niggaz still bitchin
You even snatch a chain no more, niggaz snitchin
A lot of niggaz is just pots in the kitchen like congresman
Bo Jangle with fucked up ankles
The blacks start suffer the white start spangled
and we don't play on MTV
The fuckin record is ownin all the MP3
And the bootleg factory, I got niggaz "Bumpy too black for me!"
It's the truth nigga, I see, but you by glitter
And you got a little cheddar made your pussy 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 a dick like he MC Lewinsky
I'm the nigga that you can't see, don't ever get it up
All you ass niggaz will get Bump knucked up

[Chorus]