Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

Ayo, turn the, the music up some more
In the for me
it out [c'mon!]
You ready, bumpy knuckles baby
this out to my niggas
All hardcore street corner, wilders
Ha, ha, freddie foxxx
That's right, d baby

1]
Whoever thought I'd be mr. lyrical flows nice
Like sunsets on the rio
Grantin sisters checkin out they can can
My ability keeps them real niggas
listen to hip hop feelin me
I keep it underground, sound's a china
in japan they know, I'm the ultimate
Spit at me verse, it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I past the fake ass ones
You see, I think no nigga's nicer than me
I'm not conceited, how I read it, these niggas heated
I dissect verses like science class frogs
I see rap records is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin down for michelle pfeiffer
See freddie ain't wit that
My shit is hotter than pepper, the mic wrecker
The weapon, I keep you high steppin
It's not my fault that niggas to me
And wanna rob shit, I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a thug then you recognize you see before you
and ears said freddie foxxx is here
I been waitin it, doin it, it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my cocked slayin it
And I ain't seen nothing could make me believe
There's a nigga liver than me, you feel me

Hook 2x: billy
You in a of your own, bumpy's in the zone
Leave alone! bumpy get it on
Bumpy chrome, bumpy hold a throne
Now, bumpy it home!

2]
I wear watches and alligator shoes
Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big
I had fifty miles on my new benz in '89
you wanted me to critique your rhyme
It just was all
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger like
Over hand right to the brain is you felt son
Then I take off my son
Show you what a whippin is, what a real mic rippin is
You fake can't make it hard for real niggas 'cause
There's no defense for the truth so what the nigga
No matter who tell it, real always prevail
Just a fake nigga always fail
Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get
Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap
You comin just a lunatic
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 o'clock noon and
I keep like the black navi with them micky thompsons
lights, I keep my flow tight
The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans when they out
Got emcees wit they gun out
Memorize lyrics and I 'em to the needy
Send love to my tweety, and can you feel me

3]
I treat 'em like real stick up is the dark alley
What's slick rick, it's the
played out new york niggas it's ticali
Runnin from the ill
I do what record don't like, the real shit
is energy, I'm hyped up
Step on stage with bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs
everything you got to give
The black robin hood I rock for niggas that can't afford
Ride and in tagged up stolies
I the truth like the holy qu'ran
a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas listen to some lyrical
Some miracle shit, some empirical
Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in brain
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha
Bumpy no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it near
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a pole
Six shots all through your body like soul
James brown or the
I'm for you no talent rap style eaters
When diamond d me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, true thugs can fuck shit