Luyện nghe bài hát Baknaffek

People people people
People people people

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

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

Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin' it because I'm
Ya phony, full of bologne like Meyer
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 the books in reverse
The next cap a big-up to my borough
I'm thorough, than a ghetto from Medini-Bop
lessons, swayin' niggas on graffitti
Rockin' other ranger, bring a banger, interpretation

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

And if I'm in your town you might me at the Radisson
Or splatterin', batterin' for lip chatterin'
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 flick 'em with my
I'm outta sight, how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a
Nigga on the 'cos I can roll a sister

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Word up uh, yeah, uh,
it out