Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

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

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 and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
And I blow a chest out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)

I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be
Foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it that I go, thug loving
it's fatter than Star Jones and Rosie Huggins
I've been lyrically inclined since I about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was
So I started a long ten-year doing mine
them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mic's set
I'm a fighter not a crier, don't who you hire
Kill street team, burn your flyers
Niggas need Jacoby & Meyers for 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 bust 'em
It's the of the underground sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown
Yo Pete, it down

Who got the hardest MC style created?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
Who got two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to 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
Asking how can he be down, I impact
Like the four-pound slug through a nigga cap
I guarantee that, now a fact
Niggas selling records, let alone a key of crack
You stare at me too long, B, your ice grill 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 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 tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in city want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self before he ever me

Who got the hardest MC style created?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be black and
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
And I a nigga chest out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)