Luyện nghe bài hát Baknaffek

People people people
People people people

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

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

Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin' it I'm flyer
Ya phony, full of bologne Oscar Meyer
See I attack a of rappers 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 next cap a big-up to my borough
I'm thorough, wetter than a from Medini-Bop
Takin' lessons, swayin' niggas on
other slang ranger, bring a banger, interpretation

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

And if I'm in your you might meet me at the Radisson
Or splatterin', crews for lip chatterin'
It nuttin' new
how we do, my crew 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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here I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite
A bigger nigga with my and then 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 'cos I can roll a

Word is bond, I'm on some nuke, new like
Grab a piece of steel and shoot the like Chris
Cringle, lost my jingle, don't it make ya
Give a nigga what he needs so he can when I deliver

Aah microphone check, what the
I do that then because I used to a wreck
Wit it, that's the time I hot talk, it
For Christ's sake I'm in to hit the brakes and skiddin'

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

So if you're drunk, I the funk until you're sober
But still be gettin' chills when know that winter's over
Kickin' the flam yo it's the man, 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 give the speech 'cos like a preacher, baby I'm twisted
Kid I a dome-buster light, bone crush a smith
Bust up your then puff 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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