Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've seen a nigga that get raw like me
Gun in your face, put niggas on the like me
Who go to war like me? flip a like me?
Put the on rap competitors like me
Get less and make more me
Hunt a nigga like the predator like me
the macs in the drawer 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, '89 I told niggas
I'm still ripping this timeless shit
While you niggas spit that rhyming shit
My life is of hard times and shit
So all I about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit

Who got the hardest mc style created?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be and nickle-plated?
(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 for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it that I go, thug loving
Cause it's fatter than star and rosie huggins
I've been inclined since I thought about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't was time
So I started a long climb doing mine
While them fake niggas stay in a rush to behind
Bum bit, I spit the til the mic's set afire
I'm a fighter not a crier, don't who you hire
your street team, burn 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 out or I'm a bust 'em down
It's the king of the sound, get ready for the industry shakedown
Yo pete, break it

Who got the mc style ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got celebrity status and 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 keep me
(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
how can he be down, I make impact
Like the four-pound slug ripping through a cap
I guarantee that, now here's a
Niggas selling records, let alone a key of crack
You stare at me too long, b, your ice grill melt down to water
And I check you I check my daughter
Now turn it up, the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the chain
Off the pen or off the brain, I it to you niggas
I'm fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching colin fergueson at comstock
You a thug, b, I'm rougher than rugby
The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs me
Bitches in every want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self before he ever me

Who got the hardest mc style ever
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles 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 baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to me motivated
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)