Luyện nghe bài hát Keith N Bumpy

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

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

Youse a bitch ass nigga, smack fuckin' skullies off
You ain't learned a fuckin' lesson yet?
Count your yet, publicity got you mixed up
And Keith's fucked your million dollar aura

Clean cut or thugged out, I give a fuck
Niggaz with that shit
Fuckin' me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners
Givin' motherfuckers a crease

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

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

Follow your Rover with stockin' caps
For seventy-eight more blocks
Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon
Remove your fuckin' mop, take your pieces

In a fucked up van to a Mexican chop
Fuck a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz
Cancel your important meetings, we can do
Broad daylight, me and you in a fuckin' Jamaican restaurant

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

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

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

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

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

Afternoon, I'ma creep up in your room, past the
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, the 6, take the Greyhound
Any cat cross the line hide it's goin down
I got connects with tecs and white and jets
Think I'm playin' Let me know who next

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

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

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

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

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