Luyện nghe bài hát Pump

Are you for a brother
a mouth full of hand grenades?
Watch a tongue serenade
With the of a razor blade over butter
In the middle of a heat wave, ways

Got a baby in every part of the
I'm street made
Did you want to clash with me?
paint a picture sad to see
Like a from a rope in an apple tree

Did you really believe ability's couldn't achieve
Filling my pockets with the and the broccoli?
Watch you trippin' on of that shit
That be killing off the mention my clique
Now she want to put her clothes on

You better who to idolize over tracks
Or catch a match to the
Of the kerosene for the pay
'Cause the S.W. never that
I them till the moon fade black

Never sentimental on an
When complemental to the mental psycho
Alpha, disco, to split your riddle
From the max to the

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Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump,

Terminal condition when the mic is in
To slit them from the plexus to the neck up
them a hemorrhage with the double concussion
Propelling through my multiple combination

In 3D images split a wig when a trip
Never mind what sipping on, what you trippin' on?
Is it or the rims on the Brougham
Or the way my city get it gritty in your time

Monologue get blown, keep you ducking
In the bushes the infrared roam
Turn up the volume and watch a prophecy properly
Rock the made for the rap game

I paid dues, slayed for the rap game
Drop flows and got for the rap game
I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to
What, what, what, on

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Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha on?
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Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump,

Psycho, alphabetical, ministry

Was it the night we dragged your hommie the night club
Made him up when he loc'd up
Droppin' seekers to his dome
Like a hot to his dome when he spoke up

All adversaries look away the A to the K O M A C K
Get to rippin' through the cable the wrath of a bullet
Bet corner catch a ricochet

Propelling parallel the light speed laid back
Like a kneed, eye to eye with the enemy
While the telepathy proceed to
enemies to a realm in a calm breeze

I shall rip it till my cease
Proceed spittin' game in the city
And continue rippin' heads off of
Sincerely yours lack mack with the khakis

Whatcha on?

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Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha on?
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Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you
Damn if I ain't superb it
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Bring it on, it up, let me see how you serve
'Damn if I superb with it
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