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 check the my little trickity
I'm comin' with the books so kid, it looks like a winner
Ya better get'cha plate because I'm raps for dinner

See I freak it from the sewer plus I'm quick to do ya
I'm swoopin' on the note just I was a kamikaze
See they thought I lost my spot so went and got real comfy
So now I hit him hard and Bogart like 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 than a F-axe-iss

Set it off
One two
Set it off

it's the books in reverse
The next cap sendin a big-up to my
I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from
lessons, swayin' niggas on graffitti
Rockin' other slang ranger, bring a banger,

My is achin', see I'm sick of niggas perpetratin'
But see this, I'm screamin' on they records like Beavis
Or butt head, I bust heads Amy
Fisher Isser, blisser, hit you like an

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 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 here I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to
A bigger nigga with my left and I flick 'em with my right
I'm outta sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you a
on the microphone 'cos I can roll a sister

Word is bond, I'm on some nuke, new this
Grab a piece of steel and shoot the giff 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 then because I used to catch a wreck
Wit it, that's the I hot talk, spit it
For Christ's I'm in to hit the brakes and you're 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, cat, my format, deranged
Honey I'm to run things 'cos some things is never changed, punk

So if you're drunk, I freak the funk you're sober
But still be gettin' chills niggas know that winter's over
Kickin' the flam yo 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 like a preacher, baby I'm
Kid I a dome-buster light, bone crush a smith
up your lips then puff up a spliff

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