Luyện nghe bài hát Baknaffek

People people people
People people people

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

See I freak it from the plus I'm quick to do ya posse
I'm swoopin' on the note just I was a kamikaze
See they I lost my spot so they 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 like Oscar Meyer
See I attack a pack of rappers just for
I bust my tactics, I'm sharper 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, wetter a ghetto from Medini-Bop
Takin' lessons, niggas on graffitti
Rockin' other ranger, bring a banger, interpretation

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

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

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 I flick 'em with my right
I'm outta sight, how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a
Nigga on the microphone I can roll a sister

Word is bond, I'm on nuke, new like this
Grab a piece of steel and the giff like Chris
Cringle, lost my jingle, it make ya shiver
Give a nigga what he needs so he can 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 skiddin'

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

So if you're drunk, I the funk until you're sober
But still be gettin' chills when niggas that winter's over
Kickin' the flam yo it's the man, tock, I jam like gridlock
My style is fender sendin' 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 a dome-buster light, bone crush a smith
Bust up your lips then up a spliff

So yo, who be dat? Dat do me like this to get
Booby trapped jack, cos my 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?)

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Word up uh, yeah, uh,
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