Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet never seen a nigga that get raw like me
Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor me
Who go to war like me? a whore like me?
Put the on rap competitors like me
Get less and make more me
Hunt a nigga down like the Predator me
Keep the Macs in the drawer me
How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore 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
Scared niggas, niggas, since '89 I told niggas
I'm still ripping with timeless shit
While you spit that offbeat rhyming shit
My life is full of hard and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping asses and crime and shit

Who got the hardest MC style 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 that be black and
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
And I blow a chest out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)

I spit the murder one that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie Foxxx be busting nuff at who be bugging
I get it everywhere that I go, thug
Cause it's fatter than Jones and Rosie Huggins
I've lyrically inclined since I thought about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was
So I started a long climb doing mine
While fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, I the flames til the mic's set afire
I'm a fighter not a crier, don't care who you
Kill your street team, your flyers
Niggas Jacoby & Meyers for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell 'em Bumpy Knuckles is in
'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down
It's the of the underground sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown
Yo Pete, it down

Who got the MC style ever created?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's underrated?
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot that be black and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
And I blow a chest out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy 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 make
the four-pound slug ripping through a nigga cap
I guarantee that, now a fact
Niggas ain't records, let alone a key of crack
You stare at me too long, B, ice grill will melt down to water
And I check you like I my daughter
Now turn it up, it's the pit 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 Colin Fergueson at
You ain't a thug, B, I'm rougher than
The real niggas tolerate you, but the love me
in every city want to hug me
A nigga would rather his fucking self before he ever slug me

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