Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

See, you play around too much
(How many you got hurt?)
You ain't your lesson yet
(You ain't your fuckin' lesson)

You still playin' and fuckin'
That's all you doin, you playin' around
Youse a little,

Youse a bitch ass nigga, smack your fuckin' off
You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin' lesson
Count your blessing yet, got you mixed up
And fucked your whole million dollar aura

Clean cut or thugged out, I don't give a
Niggaz with champagne shit
with me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners
Givin' a permanent crease

We don't do Tonight, Rosie O'Donnell
Piss on niggaz like you and your video models
Straight to Church's Chicken, and McDonald's
Fuck all you glamorized niggaz

Y'all on some real hardcore, niggaz
Catch you in the gridlock in New York City
Hit you in the face a rock tied up in a fuckin' sock
Tell the cops, I'll you with a mac-10

Follow your Range Rover stockin' caps
For seventy-eight more fuckin'
Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your down
Remove your fuckin' mop, take body pieces

In a fucked up van to a Mexican chop
Fuck a bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin'
Cancel important meetings, we can do this
Broad daylight, just me and you in a Jamaican restaurant

"Who da fuck ya tink you are mon, what ya doin?
You don't know the fuck I am", load four five clips
Fuckin' magazines, show you the fuckin' bomb
Ya clot, catch you niggaz in Quadrasonic or Sony

Platinum Sounds, who is it
Who's around with Crazy Tony?
All that bullshit, walkin' with - hard packs
You motherfuckers carryin'
That's right, with your parkas
You motherfuckers dick and you're phony

Y'all do shit in the studio
We bring our shit to your
do y'all shit in the studio
We bring our shit to your

Y'all do y'all in the studio
We our shit to your face
Y'all do y'all in the studio
We bring our shit to face

My mental is sinister, I run shit like a prime
You still breathin' motherfucker? But now time to finish ya
Blood sport, I heard you on life
But I'ma make sure that you don't take the stand in court

Afternoon, I'ma up in your room, past the goon
you [unverified] ba-boom, and I'm sendin' yo' ass to the moon
Another bite the dust from the lust
To live plush, and he died from the rush

Now I'm Southbound, fuck the 6, take the
Any cat cross the can't hide it's goin down
I got connects with and white boats and jets
Think I'm playin' Let me know who next

and not loud, pick you off in the crowd
Now your growin' up in the world as a fatherless child
Everybody choose the fuckin' way they wanna play
Just remember one day that that ass gotta pay

'Cause fuckin' with my gravy is rapin' my little baby
And you still wouldn't be if you joined the fuckin' navy
You be crazy, thinkin' yo' ass can get Swayze
But the only fuckin' thing you gon' be is pushin' up daisies

And it won't faze me, 'cause gangsters raised me
Ghetto diamonds praised me and thugs slug just me
I it sounds strange, but it's part of the game
I control bitches brains, when they on my sugar cane

My fame came money you fuckin' dummy
Bitches callin' me, Bumpy while my is in they tummy
But if you the line, you won't be able to find
They motherfuckin' head, they limbs or spine

So all you bitch motherfuckers better respect
If you plan on here to see the fuckin' sunshine
(Blaow)
Blaow, with one in spine
'n' Bumpy' put one in your spine