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 check the my little trickity
I'm comin' with the books so kid, it looks like it's a
Ya better plate because I'm servin' raps for dinner

See I freak it from the sewer 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 went and got real comfy
So now I gotta hit him hard and like Humphrey

Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin' it I'm flyer
Ya phony, full of bologne like Meyer
See I attack a pack of rappers for practice
I bust my tactics, I'm sharper 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, wetter than a ghetto from
lessons, swayin' 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 head, I bust heads like Amy
Isser, blisser, hit you like an accident

And if I'm in town you might meet me at the Radisson
Or splatterin', batterin' crews for lip
It nuttin' new
That's how we do, my is back 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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Well I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite
A bigger nigga my left and then I flick 'em with my right
I'm sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a
Nigga on the microphone I can roll a sister

Word is bond, I'm on nuke, new like 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 microphone check, what the
I do that then because I used to catch a
Wit it, that's the time I hot talk, it
For Christ's sake I'm in to hit the brakes and you're

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, small cat, my format,
Honey I'm back to run things 'cos some things is changed, punk

So if drunk, I freak 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, tick tock, I jam gridlock
My style is fender sendin' rappers to the pit stop

Good Lord O' mercy, hit 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 puff up a spliff

So yo, who be dat? Dat wanna do me this to get
Booby 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?)

a flavor
Word up uh, yeah, uh,
it out