Luyện nghe bài hát Baknaffek

People people people
People people people

Shippity bop, hot diggity, where's the iggity? The bum siggity
Niggas know but check the flow my little trickity
I'm comin' with the so kid, it looks like it's a winner
Ya better plate because I'm servin' raps for dinner

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

Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin' it because I'm
Ya phony, of bologne like Oscar 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 next cap sendin a to my borough
I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto Medini-Bop
Takin' lessons, niggas on graffitti
Rockin' other ranger, bring a banger, interpretation

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

And if I'm in town 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
(Baknaffek, that?)

people people people
(Baknaffek, that?)
people people people
(Baknaffek, that?)

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

Word is bond, I'm on some nuke, new like
a piece of steel and shoot 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 because I used to catch a wreck
Wit it, the time I hot talk, spit it
For Christ's sake I'm in to hit the brakes and you're

You in, Messiah did it, but y'all can that
'Cos now I'm on some other type of flow and believe 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 freak the funk until 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 fender sendin' rappers to the pit stop

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

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