Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never a nigga that get raw like me
Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor 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 like the Predator like me
Keep the Macs in the 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, rock niggas, soul
niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas
I'm still ripping with timeless shit
While you spit that offbeat rhyming shit
My is full of hard times and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and and shit

Who got the hardest MC 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 baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)

I spit the one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere I go, thug loving
Cause it's fatter than Star Jones and Huggins
I've been lyrically inclined since I thought a rhyme
Plus I knew the thing I couldn't kill was time
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 set afire
I'm a fighter not a crier, care who you hire
Kill your street team, your flyers
Niggas Jacoby & Meyers for being 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 king of the underground sound, get for the Industry Shakedown
Yo Pete, it down

Who got the hardest MC ever created?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity and it's still underrated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot nines be black and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
And I blow a chest out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy 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 here's a
Niggas ain't selling records, let alone a key of
You stare at me too long, B, your ice will melt down to water
And I check you like I check my
Now turn it up, it's the pit 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 than rugby
The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs me
in every city want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking before he ever slug me

Who got the hardest MC ever created?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still
(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 out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)