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 niggas on the floor me
Who go to war like me? flip a like me?
Put the squeeze on rap like me
Get less and more like me
Hunt a nigga down like the like me
Keep the macs in the drawer me
How many really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
bumpy knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My is to smash you punk motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I niggas
I'm still ripping with this shit
While you niggas spit offbeat 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 hardest mc style created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got celebrity status and still underrated?
(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 be thuggin'
Freddie foxxx be nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere that I go, loving
Cause it's fatter than star jones and huggins
I've been inclined since I thought about a rhyme
I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was time
So I started a ten-year climb 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 fighter not a crier, don't who you hire
Kill your street team, your flyers
Niggas need & meyers for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell 'em bumpy is in town
Tell 'em don't send no 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 hardest mc style created?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to me motivated
(bumpy baby! bumpy 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
Like the four-pound slug ripping a nigga cap
I guarantee that, now a fact
ain't selling records, let alone a key of crack
You at me too long, b, your ice grill will 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 it to you niggas
Like I'm insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching like colin fergueson at
You ain't a thug, b, I'm rougher rugby
The real niggas tolerate you, but the love me
Bitches in every want to hug me
A nigga rather shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me

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