Luyện nghe bài hát Baknaffek

People people people
People people people

bop, well hot diggity, where's the iggity? The bum siggity
Niggas wanna know but the flow my little trickity
I'm comin' with the so kid, it looks like it's a winner
Ya better get'cha plate because I'm servin' 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 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 rippin' it because I'm
Ya phony, full of bologne like Meyer
See I attack a pack of just for practice
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 cap sendin a big-up to my borough
I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from
Takin' lessons, swayin' 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 records like Beavis
Or head, I bust heads like Amy
Fisher Isser, blisser, hit you like an

And if I'm in your you might meet me at the Radisson
Or splatterin', crews for lip chatterin'
It nuttin' new
That's how we do, my crew is again

People people people
(Baknaffek, that?)
People people people
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People people people
(Baknaffek, that?)
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 flick 'em my right
I'm outta sight, look how I do it, ya it if you missed a
Nigga on the microphone 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 what he needs so he can bleed 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 Christ's sake I'm in to hit the and you're skiddin'

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

So if you're drunk, I the funk until you're sober
But be gettin' chills 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' to the pit stop

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

So yo, who be Dat wanna do me like this 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?)

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Word up uh, yeah, uh,
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