Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga get raw like me
Gun in your face, put niggas on the like me
Who go to war like me? a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors me
Get less and make more me
Hunt a nigga down like the like me
Keep the in the drawer like me
How many niggas really raw to the hardcore like me?
It's 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
niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas
I'm ripping with this timeless shit
While you niggas spit that offbeat shit
My life is full of hard times and
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and

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

I spit the murder one that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie foxxx be busting slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere that I go, thug
Cause it's fatter than 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 long climb doing mine
While 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, don't who you hire
Kill your street team, burn your
need jacoby & meyers for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, 'em bumpy knuckles is in town
Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a 'em down
It's the 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 status and it's still
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy 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!)

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 impact
Like the slug ripping through a nigga cap
I guarantee that, now here's a
Niggas ain't records, let alone a key of crack
You stare at me too long, b, your ice will melt down to water
And I check you like I check my
Now turn it up, 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 real tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in city want to hug me
A nigga rather shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me

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