Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga get raw like me
Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor me
Who go to war like me? Flip a like me?
Put the on rap competitors like me
Get and make more like me
Hunt a nigga like the Predator like me
Keep the in the drawer like me
How many niggas really raw to the hardcore like me?
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles
My endevor is to smash you punk
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, niggas, soul niggas
niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas
I'm still ripping with this timeless
you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shit
My life is full of hard times and
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and and shit

Who got the hardest MC ever created?
(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 Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)

I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be
Freddie Foxxx be busting nuff at who be bugging
I get it that I go, thug loving
Cause it's fatter than Star Jones and Huggins
I've been lyrically inclined since I about a rhyme
I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was time
So I started a long climb doing mine
While them fake niggas in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, I spit the til the mic's set afire
I'm a fighter not a crier, don't who you hire
Kill street team, burn your flyers
Niggas need Jacoby & 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
the king 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 status and it's still underrated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy 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! Knuckles baby!)

Yo get the up out my face, B, I'm an MC
Not some fake-ass rapper ass at the Gavin
Asking how can he be down, I make
Like the four-pound slug ripping through a cap
I guarantee that, now a fact
Niggas ain't selling records, let a key of crack
You at me too long, B, your ice grill will melt down to water
And I check you I check 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 insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching like Colin at Comstock
You ain't a thug, B, I'm than rugby
The niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in every city to hug me
A nigga would shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me

Who got the hardest MC style created?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! 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!)