Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a that get raw like me
Gun in face, put niggas on the floor like me
Who go to war me? flip a whore like me?
Put the on rap competitors like me
Get and make more like me
Hunt a down like the predator like me
Keep the macs in the like me
How many niggas really raw to the hardcore like me?
It's bumpy baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to smash you motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, niggas, soul niggas
niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas
I'm ripping with this timeless shit
While you niggas spit offbeat 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 hardest mc ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got status and it's still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot nines be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)

I the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere that I go, loving
Cause it's fatter star jones and rosie huggins
I've been lyrically inclined I thought about a rhyme
I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was time
So I started a long ten-year climb mine
While them fake niggas stay in a rush to behind
Bum bit, I spit the flames til the set afire
I'm a fighter not a crier, don't who you hire
Kill street team, burn your flyers
Niggas need jacoby & for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell 'em bumpy is in town
Tell 'em send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down
It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for the industry
Yo pete, break it

Who got the hardest mc style ever
(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! bumpy baby!)

Yo get the up out my face, b, I'm an mc
Not some fake-ass kissing ass at the gavin
how can he be down, I make impact
Like the slug ripping through a nigga cap
I guarantee that, now 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 you like I check my daughter
Now turn it up, it's the pit 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 snitching like colin fergueson at
You ain't a thug, b, I'm rougher than
The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs me
Bitches in every city to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self he ever slug me

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