Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga 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 competitors me
Get less and more like me
Hunt a down like the Predator like me
the Macs in the drawer like me
How niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
It's Bumpy baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to smash you punk
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, niggas, soul niggas
Scared niggas, niggas, since '89 I told niggas
I'm ripping with this timeless shit
While you spit that offbeat rhyming shit
My life is of hard times and shit
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 Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot nines be black and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
And I a nigga chest out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)

I spit the one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie Foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be
I get it that I go, thug loving
Cause it's fatter Star Jones and Rosie Huggins
I've been lyrically inclined I thought about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only I couldn't kill was time
So I started a long ten-year climb doing
While them fake stay in a rush to stay 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 team, burn your flyers
Niggas need Jacoby & Meyers for 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 king of the sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown
Yo Pete, it down

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

Yo get the up out my face, B, I'm an MC
Not some fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the
how can he be down, I make impact
Like the four-pound slug ripping a nigga cap
I that, now here's a fact
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 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 it to you niggas
Like I'm fucking insane, huh, you it pop
Now you snitching like Fergueson at Comstock
You a thug, B, I'm rougher than rugby
The real niggas tolerate you, but the love me
in every 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! Bumpy baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's underrated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot nines be black and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)