Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw me
Gun in face, put niggas on the floor like me
Who go to war like me? a whore like me?
Put the on rap competitors like me
Get less and make like me
Hunt a nigga down like the predator me
Keep the macs in the drawer me
How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking like me?
bumpy knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to smash you punk
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told
I'm still ripping with this timeless
While you niggas spit that rhyming shit
My is full of hard times and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas and crime and shit

Who got the mc style ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy 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 keep me
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)

I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs be thuggin'
Freddie foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be
I get it everywhere that I go, thug
Cause it's than star jones and rosie huggins
I've been lyrically since I thought about a rhyme
Plus I knew the thing I couldn't kill was time
So I started a ten-year climb doing mine
them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, I the flames til the mic's set afire
I'm a fighter not a crier, care who you hire
Kill street team, burn your flyers
Niggas need jacoby & meyers for liers, now feel me
major labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in town
Tell 'em send no rappers 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 and it's still underrated?
(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 keep me
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)

Yo get the up out my face, b, I'm an mc
Not some rapper kissing ass at the gavin
how can he be down, I make impact
Like the four-pound ripping through a nigga cap
I guarantee that, now a fact
Niggas selling records, let alone a key of crack
You at me too long, b, your ice grill will melt down to water
And I you like 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 bring it to you
I'm fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching like colin at comstock
You ain't a thug, b, I'm than rugby
The real tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in every city to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self before he slug me

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