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 on the floor like me
Who go to war like me? flip a like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors me
Get less and make more me
Hunt a nigga down like the predator me
the macs in the drawer like me
How niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
It's bumpy knuckles baby, I got lyrical forever
My endevor is to you punk motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, niggas, soul niggas
niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told 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 created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot nines be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)

I spit the one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be
I get it everywhere that I go, thug
Cause it's fatter than jones and rosie huggins
I've been lyrically inclined since I thought a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was
So I a long ten-year climb doing mine
While them fake niggas stay in a rush to behind
Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mic's set
I'm a not a crier, don't care who you hire
Kill your team, burn your flyers
Niggas need jacoby & meyers for liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in
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 hardest mc 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 that be and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
And I blow a nigga out to keep me motivated
(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
Asking how can he be down, I impact
Like the slug ripping through a nigga cap
I that, now here's a fact
Niggas ain't selling records, let a key of crack
You stare at me too long, b, your ice grill melt down 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 bring it to you
Like I'm fucking insane, huh, you it pop
Now you snitching like colin at comstock
You ain't a thug, b, I'm rougher than
The niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in city want to hug me
A nigga would shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me

Who got the hardest mc style created?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity and it's still underrated?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles 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!)