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 niggas on the like me
Who go to war like me? a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors me
Get less and make like me
Hunt a nigga down like the like me
the macs in the drawer like me
How many really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
It's bumpy knuckles baby, I got lyrical forever
My endevor is to smash you motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, niggas, soul niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I niggas
I'm still ripping with this timeless
While you niggas spit that rhyming shit
My life is full of hard and shit
So all I rhyme about is niggas asses and crime and shit

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

I spit the murder one that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere I go, thug loving
Cause it's fatter star jones and rosie huggins
I've been lyrically since I thought about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I kill was time
So I started a long ten-year doing mine
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, don't who you hire
Kill street team, burn your flyers
Niggas jacoby & meyers for being liers, now feel me
major labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in town
Tell 'em don't send no out or I'm a bust 'em down
the king of the underground 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 knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
And I a nigga chest out to keep me motivated
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)

Yo get the up out my face, b, I'm an mc
Not fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the gavin
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 ain't selling records, let alone a key of
You stare at me too long, b, ice grill will melt down to water
And I you like I check 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 fucking insane, huh, you it pop
Now you snitching like fergueson at comstock
You ain't a thug, b, I'm rougher rugby
The real niggas tolerate you, but the love me
Bitches in every want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self before he slug me

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