Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw me
Gun in face, put niggas on the floor like me
Who go to war like me? a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors me
Get and make more like me
Hunt a nigga down like the predator me
Keep the macs in the like me
How niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore 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 niggas
I'm still ripping with this timeless
you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shit
My life is full of hard and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping asses and crime and shit

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

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

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

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

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