Luyện nghe bài hát Baknaffek

People people people
People people people

bop, well hot diggity, where's the iggity? The bum siggity
Niggas wanna know but the flow my little trickity
I'm comin' the books so kid, it looks like it's a winner
Ya better get'cha plate because I'm servin' raps for

See I freak it from the sewer I'm quick to do ya posse
I'm swoopin' on the note just like I was a
See thought I lost my spot so they went and got real comfy
So now I gotta hit him and Bogart like Humphrey

Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin' it because I'm
Ya phony, full of bologne like Oscar
See I a pack of rappers just for practice
I bust my tactics, I'm than a F-axe-iss

Set it off
One two
Set it off

Yeah it's the books in
The next cap sendin a to my borough
I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from
Takin' lessons, swayin' niggas on
other slang ranger, bring a banger, interpretation

My nerves is achin', see I'm sick of niggas
But can't see this, I'm screamin' on they records like
Or butt head, I bust heads Amy
Isser, blisser, hit you like an accident

And if I'm in your you might meet me at the Radisson
Or splatterin', batterin' crews for lip
It ain't new
That's how we do, my crew is back

people people people
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People people people
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People people people
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people people people
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Well I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite
A bigger nigga with my left and then I 'em with my right
I'm outta sight, how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a
Nigga on the microphone 'cos I can a sister

Word is bond, I'm on some nuke, new like
a piece of steel and shoot the giff like Chris
Cringle, lost my jingle, don't it ya shiver
Give a nigga he needs so he can bleed when I deliver

Aah check, what the heck?
I do that then I used to catch a wreck
Wit it, that's the I hot talk, spit it
For Christ's sake I'm in to hit the brakes and you're

You in, Messiah did it, but can keep that
'Cos now I'm on some other type of and best believe that
And all that, cat, my format, deranged
I'm back to run things 'cos some things is never changed, punk

So if you're drunk, I the funk until you're sober
But still be gettin' chills when know that winter's over
the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlock
My style is fender bendin' sendin' rappers to the pit

Good Lord O' mercy, hit if you missed it
And busboy give the speech 'cos a preacher, baby I'm twisted
Kid I swing a light, bone crush a smith
Bust up your lips then puff up a

So yo, who be dat? Dat wanna do me like to get
trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat

People people people
(Baknaffek, that?)
People people people
(Baknaffek, that?)

people people people
(Baknaffek, that?)
people people people
(Baknaffek, that?)

Bust a
Word up uh, yeah, uh,
it out