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

Who got the hardest mc ever created?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles 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! knuckles baby!)
And I blow a chest out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles 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, loving
Cause fatter than star 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 long ten-year doing 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 fighter not a crier, don't who you hire
Kill your street team, burn your
Niggas need jacoby & meyers for being liers, now me
major labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in town
Tell 'em don't no rappers 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! 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 knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
And I a nigga chest out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy 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 make
Like the four-pound slug ripping through a cap
I guarantee that, now a fact
ain't selling records, let alone 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 it to you niggas
Like I'm fucking insane, huh, you it pop
Now you like colin fergueson at comstock
You a thug, b, I'm rougher than rugby
The niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in city want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his self before he ever slug 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 be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)