Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never a nigga 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 competitors me
Get less and make like me
a nigga down like the Predator like me
Keep the Macs in the drawer 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 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 is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit

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

I the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie Foxxx be busting slugs at who be bugging
I get it that I go, thug loving
Cause it's fatter than Jones and Rosie Huggins
been lyrically inclined since I thought about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I kill was time
So I started a long ten-year climb mine
While them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay
Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mic's set
I'm a fighter not a crier, care who you hire
Kill street team, burn your flyers
Niggas need Jacoby & for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, 'em Bumpy Knuckles is in town
'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 hardest MC style created?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's underrated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot that be black and nickle-plated?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
And I a nigga chest out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy 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 four-pound ripping through a nigga 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 will melt down to water
And I you like 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
I'm fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching like Colin at Comstock
You ain't a thug, B, I'm rougher rugby
The real tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in every city to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his self before he ever slug me

Who got the MC style ever created?
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles 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 keep me
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)