Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never a nigga that get raw like me
Gun in face, put niggas on the floor like me
Who go to war me? Flip a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors me
Get and make more like me
Hunt a nigga down the Predator like me
Keep the Macs in the like me
How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore me?
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got styles forever
My endevor is to smash you motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, niggas, soul niggas
niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas
I'm still ripping with this timeless
While you spit that offbeat rhyming shit
My life is of hard times and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and

Who got the MC style ever created?
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's underrated?
(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 keep me
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)

I spit the murder one verse for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere I go, thug loving
Cause fatter than Star Jones and Rosie Huggins
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 climb doing mine
While them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay
Bum bit, I the flames til the mic's set afire
I'm a fighter not a crier, 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
Tell 'em don't send no out or I'm a bust 'em down
the king of the underground sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown
Yo Pete, it down

Who got the MC style ever created?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
Who got celebrity status and still underrated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot nines be black and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)

Yo get the up out my face, B, I'm an MC
Not fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the Gavin
how can he be down, I make impact
Like the slug ripping through a nigga cap
I that, now here's a fact
Niggas selling 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 it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the chain
Off the pen or off the brain, I bring it to you
Like I'm insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you like Colin Fergueson at Comstock
You ain't a thug, B, I'm rougher than
The real tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in city want to hug me
A would rather shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me

Who got the MC style ever created?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
Who got status 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 out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)