Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never a nigga that get raw like me
Gun in your face, put on the floor like me
Who go to war me? flip a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors me
Get less and make more me
Hunt a nigga down like the predator me
Keep the macs in the like me
How many niggas raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
bumpy knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to smash you motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul
niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas
I'm still ripping with this shit
While you niggas spit that offbeat 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 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 knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)

I spit the one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie foxxx be busting slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere I go, thug loving
Cause it's fatter than 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 ten-year climb doing mine
While fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mic's set
I'm a fighter not a crier, don't who you hire
Kill your street team, your flyers
Niggas need jacoby & for being liers, now feel me
Calling labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in town
Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a 'em down
It's the king of the sound, get ready for the industry shakedown
Yo pete, it down

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

Yo get the up out my face, b, I'm an mc
Not some fake-ass rapper ass at the gavin
Asking how can he be down, I impact
Like the slug ripping through a nigga cap
I that, now here's a fact
Niggas ain't selling records, let a key of crack
You stare at me too long, b, your ice grill will melt to water
And I check you I check my daughter
Now it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the chain
Off the pen or off the brain, I bring it to you
Like I'm fucking insane, huh, you it pop
Now you like colin fergueson at comstock
You ain't a thug, b, I'm rougher than
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 hardest mc style created?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot nines be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)