Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've seen a nigga that get raw like me
Gun in your face, put niggas on the like me
Who go to war like me? flip a like me?
Put the squeeze on rap like me
Get less and make like me
a nigga down like the predator like me
Keep the in the drawer like me
How niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
It's bumpy baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to you punk motherfuckers
I do it to niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told
I'm still with this timeless shit
While you niggas spit that 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 style created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still
(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 out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)

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

Who got the hardest mc ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
Who got status and it's still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot that be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
And I a nigga 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 rapper ass at the gavin
how can he be down, I make impact
Like the four-pound slug ripping through a cap
I guarantee that, now here's a
ain't selling records, let alone a key of crack
You stare at me too long, b, ice grill will melt down to water
And I check you like I 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 colin fergueson at comstock
You ain't a thug, b, I'm than rugby
The real niggas you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in every city to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking 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 knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be black and
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to me motivated
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)