Luyện nghe bài hát Bumbell

[tech (yukmouth)
killas, ah
What the
(it's lethal)
poppin
Regime niggas in this for the one nine nine twist bitch
(uh, regime shit)
Regime shit,
(done deal, bumbell)
New millenium rhymers
(what, a nina)
The
Where the you at
(up in bitch)

(tech n9ne)
Uh, uh, introducin two of the regime's finest
(regime) a nina
And a lot himself
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh nigga
(in your bitch)
Fuck that, I'm tired of not being of the bungalow
bumbell for you nigga

It's bumbell bumbell, straight rapid fire
That override ampliphiers and the woofers
Your bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires up
Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's lethal
It'll probably you killing people, for real
Cops say it's to have a yuk tape in your possesion
Niggas keep going to for 11, 350's and 211's
187's, concealed weapons, all the
the fuckin club up with my nigga what

[tech
That tech n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the
All the time you will find I spiritually nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from
Quick when I rip shit this animalistic, fuck ace ventura
By the power of my dead niggas i'ma ride like a rollercoaster
Ain't fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa representin cosa nostra
So bust you're supposed to
We guaranteed this gon sell 'cause this shit's the bumbell

(tech n9ne)] x 2
(ba bum)
This is heated (ba bum)
Your deleted (ba bum)
And you need it (ba bum)
We drunk and
As long as this rap shit
Us niggas with figures we releasin the bumbell

Bitch I can make ya ? (ba bum)
Make ya ? (ba bum)
Make the (ba bum)
related dance (ba bum)
I can the hood (ba bum)
Make ? kim wood? (ba bum)
Make your (ba bum)
calico (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to
Or get crunked
When shit jumps, I'm the music
Like thorazine, the cling to it
I mean to do it
The made me do it, it made me loose it
Got my mind playin
Now my nine stop sprayin shit
Until the nigga lay in a
And I played this shit it blew my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw dope fiends and out in the
of the street doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin makin
every word I got to say nigga
Like up nigga?
Let's smoke this nigga
Oh, got caught, got fucked up nigga
You bumpin yuk
Oh that's the

x 2

[tech
We're now listening to the sounds of tech
I need no medication, I just packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all filthy
nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related
Hater's respect mine or the next time get strangulated
Rap a lot summoned me, I em that I had a gun in me
as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, poles daily
a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don't faze me
They say tech I rap you wouldn't be alive
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's
We bringin heat to the game, deep when we
Niggas fucked up and put they feet to the
Got that (ish) if you it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
(haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell

x 2

[tech (yukmouth)
(live and direct)
Kc meets oakland, oakland houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) (what)
n9ne (regime shit)
Ish, uck,
What you do
crew
Like nigga
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker this shit in your back
For the one nine twist
You know what I'm
You know what I'm
You know I'm sizzlin?
killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)