Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a that get raw like me
Gun in your face, put niggas on the like me
Who go to war like me? Flip a like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors me
Get less and make like me
Hunt a nigga down the Predator like me
Keep the in the drawer like me
How niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to smash you punk
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 times and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping asses and crime and shit

Who got the hardest MC ever created?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy 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 baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga 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 fatter than Star Jones and Rosie Huggins
been lyrically inclined since I thought about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only 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, don't care who you
Kill your team, burn your flyers
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 bust 'em
the king 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 underrated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! 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 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, your ice grill will melt down to
And I check you like I check my
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 Colin Fergueson at
You a thug, B, I'm rougher than rugby
The real niggas you, but the thugs love 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 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 that be and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)