Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga get raw like 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 like me
Get and make more like me
Hunt a nigga down like the Predator me
Keep the Macs in the like me
How many niggas really raw to the hardcore like me?
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical forever
My endevor is to smash you motherfuckers
I do it to niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told
I'm still ripping this timeless shit
you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shit
My life is full of hard times and
So all I rhyme about is whooping asses and crime and shit

Who got the hardest MC style ever
(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 chest out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)

I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be
Freddie be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere that I go, loving
Cause it's fatter than Star Jones and Rosie
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 doing mine
While them fake niggas stay in a rush to behind
Bum bit, I spit the til the mic's 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 labels, tell 'em Bumpy Knuckles is in town
Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a 'em down
It's the king of the 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 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 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
Asking how can he be down, I impact
Like the four-pound slug ripping through a cap
I guarantee that, now a fact
Niggas ain't selling records, let a key of crack
You stare at me too long, B, ice grill will melt down to water
And I you like I check my daughter
Now turn it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the
Off the pen or off the brain, I bring it to you
Like I'm insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching like Colin Fergueson at
You ain't a thug, B, I'm than rugby
The real niggas you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in city want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self he ever slug me

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