Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet never seen a nigga that get raw like me
Gun in your face, put on the floor like me
Who go to war like me? a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors me
Get less and make more me
Hunt a down like the predator like me
Keep the macs in the like me
How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking like me?
It's knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My is to smash you punk motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told
I'm still ripping with this shit
While you niggas spit that rhyming shit
My is full of hard times and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and and shit

Who got the hardest mc ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got celebrity status and still underrated?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be black and
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)

I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be
Freddie foxxx be nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere that I go, thug
it's fatter than star jones and rosie huggins
I've been lyrically since I thought about a rhyme
Plus I the only thing I couldn't kill was time
So I started a long ten-year climb doing
them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, I spit the til the mic's set afire
I'm a fighter not a crier, care who you hire
Kill your street team, burn flyers
Niggas need jacoby & meyers for liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell 'em knuckles is in town
Tell 'em send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down
It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for the industry
Yo pete, it down

Who got the mc style ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
Who got status and it's still underrated?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to me motivated
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)

Yo get the up out my face, b, I'm an mc
Not some fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the
how can he be down, I make impact
Like the four-pound slug through a nigga cap
I guarantee that, now here's a
Niggas ain't selling records, let a key of crack
You stare at me too long, b, your ice grill will down to water
And I check you like I my daughter
Now turn it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the
Off the pen or off the brain, I bring it to you
Like I'm insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching like fergueson at comstock
You a thug, b, I'm rougher than rugby
The niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in every city to hug me
A nigga would shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me

Who got the hardest mc ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got celebrity and it's still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be black and
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to me motivated
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)