Luyện nghe bài hát Baknaffek

People people people
People people people

bop, well hot diggity, where's the iggity? The bum siggity
Niggas know but check the flow my little trickity
I'm comin' with the books so kid, it looks like it's a
Ya better get'cha plate I'm servin' 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 I lost my spot so they went and got real comfy
So now I hit him hard and Bogart 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 for practice
I my tactics, I'm sharper than a F-axe-iss

Set it off
One two
Set it off

Yeah it's the in reverse
The next cap sendin a to my borough
I'm thorough, than a ghetto from Medini-Bop
Takin' lessons, swayin' niggas on
Rockin' other ranger, bring a banger, interpretation

My nerves is achin', see I'm sick of perpetratin'
But can't see this, I'm screamin' on records like Beavis
Or butt head, I bust heads Amy
Isser, blisser, hit you like 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
(Baknaffek, that?)
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 sight, look 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 some nuke, new like
Grab a piece of steel and the giff like Chris
Cringle, lost my jingle, it make ya shiver
Give a nigga 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, did it, but y'all can keep that
'Cos now I'm on some other type of flow and believe that
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 until sober
But still be gettin' when niggas know that winter's over
Kickin' the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, I jam 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, 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 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