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 on the floor like me
Who go to war like me? a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors me
Get less and more like me
a nigga down like the predator like me
Keep the in the drawer like me
How many really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
It's bumpy baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to smash you motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, niggas, soul niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told
I'm still ripping with this timeless
While you niggas spit that offbeat shit
My life is of hard times and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping asses and crime and shit

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

I spit the murder one verse for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie foxxx be busting nuff at who be bugging
I get it everywhere I go, thug loving
Cause it's fatter than star jones and rosie
I've been lyrically inclined since I about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I kill was time
So I started a long ten-year doing mine
While them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay
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 street team, burn your
Niggas need & meyers for being liers, now feel me
Calling labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in town
'em don't 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! knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! 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!)

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 slug ripping through a cap
I guarantee that, now a fact
Niggas ain't records, let alone a key of crack
You stare at me too long, b, your ice grill will melt down to
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 fergueson at comstock
You a thug, b, I'm rougher than rugby
The real niggas tolerate you, but the love me
in every city want to hug me
A would rather shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me

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