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 on the floor like me
Who go to war like me? a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap like me
Get less and more like me
Hunt a nigga like the Predator like me
Keep the in the drawer like me
How many niggas raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to smash you motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, niggas, soul niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I niggas
I'm ripping with this timeless shit
While you niggas spit that rhyming shit
My is full of hard times and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and

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

I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be
Freddie Foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be
I get it everywhere that I go, thug
Cause it's fatter than Star and Rosie Huggins
I've been lyrically inclined since I about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't was time
So I started a long climb doing mine
While them niggas stay in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mic's set
I'm a fighter not a crier, care who you hire
your street team, burn your flyers
Niggas need & Meyers for being liers, now feel me
major labels, tell 'em Bumpy Knuckles is in town
Tell 'em don't 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 hardest MC style ever
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
Who got status and it's still underrated?
(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 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 fake-ass 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 here's a
Niggas ain't selling records, let a key of crack
You stare at me too long, B, your ice grill will melt 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
I'm fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching like Fergueson at Comstock
You ain't a thug, B, I'm rougher than
The niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in every want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self before he slug me

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