Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Bring It Home

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

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

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

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

3]
I treat 'em real stick up kids is the dark alley
What's rick, it's the ballies
With played out new york niggas it's
Runnin from the ill
I do what record labels don't like, the shit
Money is energy, I'm up
Step on with that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two sigs in your ribs
Takin everything you got to
The robin hood I rock for niggas that can't afford rolies
Ride around and in tagged up
I keep the truth like the qu'ran
Here's a game plan, ambush, attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas listen to lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, some empirical
Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in brain
And you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
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 wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through your body like real
James brown or the
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style
When d blessed me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, only true thugs can shit