Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw 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 less and make more me
Hunt a nigga down like the like me
Keep the Macs in the drawer me
How many really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to you punk motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul
Scared niggas, bold niggas, '89 I told niggas
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 about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit

Who got the hardest MC style ever
(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 and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! 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 be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere that I go, loving
Cause fatter than Star Jones and Rosie Huggins
I've been lyrically inclined I thought about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't was time
So I started a long ten-year climb mine
While them fake niggas in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, I spit the flames til the set afire
I'm a not a crier, don't care who you hire
Kill your street team, burn your
Niggas Jacoby & Meyers for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell 'em 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, break it

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 and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles 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 kissing ass at the
Asking how can he be down, I make
Like the four-pound slug ripping through a cap
I guarantee that, now a fact
Niggas ain't selling records, let alone a key of
You stare at me too long, B, your ice grill will down to water
And I check you 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
I'm fucking 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 niggas tolerate you, but the love me
Bitches in every want to hug me
A nigga would shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me

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