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 wrong, if they think I'm soft in my song
You wanna die? Hah, I can help your me on
I'm the reason some rap niggaz, may spit a name
I'm the that some niggaz, still in the game
I'm the reason rock died, some proclaim
rich underground street nigga, Bumpy
They wonderin, how the hell he just 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 aiming at an A&R the majors
then I aim for the eye, and you seen me cry
These emotional ass rap motherfuckers
Nigga just push Y
And I always spit fly, and never be
Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til Bumpy get paid
You is like little AIDS
the sound that the real niggaz started
So we keep it underground,

[Chorus]
The Lah, lah, lah
Got me clouded in motion
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]
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 game for the kiddies and I call it "Ain't clown!"
Bumpy Knux, hotter than grits on Al Green
Gonna make Iverson stick with his team
Basketball was your dream, so live ya other
Don't go broke tryna flow, be you that nice
What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double
How you foot tall, and rhymin just a little?
I police the underground, and I'm appointed
Got a problem with that speech get your mug
By reverend glock, niggas got they' game all
a lot of niggaz I'ma bring it too and it's listed
I hope he try to stand up and me you live
That makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty
'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: Freddie
The magazines - I like to meet my
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 find an ass on a Chinese
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, snitchin
A lot of niggaz is just in the kitchen like congresman Wrangle
Mister Bo Jangle with up ankles
The blacks start while 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 saying "Bumpy too for me!"
It's the nigga, I see, but you blinded by glitter
And you got a little cheddar what's your pussy game better
While you mic nice lessons nursery rhymin
When all a want is a car and a hurt me diamond
He'll do for anybody
And suck a like he MC Lewinsky
I'm the nigga that you see, don't ever get it fucked up
All you sucka ass niggaz get Bump knucked up

[Chorus]