Luyện nghe bài hát The Lah

Primo!
on, hah!

[Verse 1: Foxxx]
Somebody call security it's 'bout to be on
I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to bust 'til
Niggas are dead wrong, if they I'm soft in my song
You die? Hah, I can help your coffin me on
I'm the that some rap niggaz, may spit a name
I'm the reason that niggaz, still in the game
I'm the reason that rock died, proclaim
rich underground street nigga, Bumpy
They wonderin, how the he just won't stop and
They wonderin, how this nigga so hot
it's a combination of five things I live by
I speak 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 seen me cry
These emotional ass industry rap
just push double Y
And I always fly, and never be afraid
'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til Bumpy get
You niggas is like little
infecting the sound that the real niggaz
So we it underground, yeah

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

2: Freddie Foxxx]
Niggaz 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 than grits on Al
Gonna make Allen Iverson stick with his
was your dream, so live ya other life
Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't nice
with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double dribble
How you foot tall, and rhymin just a little?
I police the underground, and I'm appointed
Got a problem with that get your mug annointed
By reverend glock, niggas got they' game all
It's a lot of I'ma bring it too and it's listed
I hope he try to stand up and me you live
makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty inside
'Cause I know this little nigga prove he ain't a sucker
But he fucking with a bad motherfucker, it's Knux

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Freddie
The magazines - I to meet my reviewer
Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's
come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to fight
It's like tryna find an ass on a Chinese
In the dark, black night I got the Tech
As if I was in the smoke
and skinny women they play my record
I been +Hot+ since +97+, way that
Now I come back, and niggaz still
You can't even snatch a no more, niggaz snitchin
A lot of niggaz is just in the kitchen like congresman Wrangle
Mister Bo Jangle fucked up ankles
The blacks start while the white start spangled
Banner and we don't on MTV
The fuckin record is ownin all the MP3
And the bootleg factory, I got niggaz saying "Bumpy too 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 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 dick he MC Lewinsky
I'm the nigga that you can't see, ever get it fucked up
All you sucka ass niggaz will get Bump up

[Chorus]