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 me? Flip a whore like me?
Put the on rap competitors like me
Get and make more like me
Hunt a nigga down like the like me
Keep the Macs in the drawer me
How many niggas really raw to the hardcore like me?
It's Knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to you punk motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul
Scared niggas, niggas, since '89 I told niggas
I'm still ripping with timeless shit
While you niggas spit offbeat rhyming shit
My life is full of hard times and
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas and crime and shit

Who got the hardest MC style ever
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! 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 baby! Bumpy 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 everywhere that I go, loving
Cause fatter than Star Jones and Rosie Huggins
I've been lyrically inclined since I thought a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I kill was time
So I a long ten-year climb doing mine
While 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 street team, your flyers
Niggas Jacoby & Meyers for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell 'em Bumpy Knuckles is in
Tell 'em don't send no out or I'm a bust 'em down
It's the king of the sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown
Yo Pete, break it

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 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!)

Yo get the up out my face, B, I'm an MC
Not some fake-ass 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
ain't selling records, let alone a key of crack
You at me too long, B, your ice grill 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
Like I'm insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching Colin Fergueson at Comstock
You ain't a thug, B, I'm rougher rugby
The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs me
Bitches in every want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self he ever slug me

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