Luyện nghe bài hát Baknaffek

People people people
People people people

Shippity bop, hot diggity, where's the iggity? The bum siggity
Niggas wanna but check 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 raps for dinner

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

Ya hypocrite, I'm it because I'm flyer
Ya phony, full of bologne like Meyer
See I attack a pack of rappers just for
I my tactics, I'm sharper 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
Takin' lessons, 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 heads Amy
Fisher Isser, blisser, hit you like an

And if I'm in your town you meet me at the Radisson
Or splatterin', batterin' for lip chatterin'
It nuttin' new
That's how we do, my crew is 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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here 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, look how I do it, ya it if you missed a
Nigga on the microphone 'cos I can a sister

is bond, I'm on some nuke, new like this
Grab a piece of steel and shoot the like Chris
Cringle, lost my jingle, it make ya shiver
Give a what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver

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

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

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

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

So yo, who be dat? Dat wanna do me 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
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Word up uh, yeah, uh,
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