Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a that 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 like me
Get less and make more me
Hunt a nigga like the Predator like me
the Macs in the drawer like me
How many niggas raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical forever
My endevor is to smash you punk
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul
niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas
I'm still with this timeless shit
While you niggas spit that offbeat shit
My life is full of times and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and 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 nines that be black and
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)
And I blow a chest out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)

I spit the murder one verse for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it that I go, thug loving
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 kill was time
So I started a ten-year climb doing mine
While them fake 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
need Jacoby & Meyers for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, 'em Bumpy 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 ever created?
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity and it's still 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 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
how can he be down, I make impact
Like the four-pound 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 will melt down to water
And I check you like I check my
Now turn it up, the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the chain
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 at Comstock
You a thug, B, I'm rougher than rugby
The real niggas you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in city want to hug me
A nigga would rather his fucking self before he ever slug me

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