Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw 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 like me
Get and make more like me
Hunt a nigga down like the predator me
Keep the macs in the drawer me
How niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
bumpy knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to smash you punk
I do it to niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I niggas
I'm still ripping with this shit
While you niggas spit that rhyming shit
My life is full of hard times and
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas and crime and shit

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

I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be
Freddie be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere I go, thug loving
it's fatter than star jones and rosie huggins
I've been lyrically inclined I thought about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only I couldn't kill was time
So I started a long ten-year doing mine
While them niggas stay 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 labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in town
Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em
It's the 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 status and it's still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot that be black and nickle-plated?
(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 kissing ass at the gavin
Asking how can he be down, I make
the four-pound slug ripping through a nigga cap
I guarantee that, now here's a
ain't selling records, let alone a key of crack
You stare at me too long, b, your ice will melt down to water
And I you like 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 it to you niggas
I'm fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you like colin fergueson at comstock
You ain't a thug, b, I'm than rugby
The niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in every want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking before he ever slug me

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