Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw me
Gun in face, put niggas on the floor like me
Who go to war like me? a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors me
Get less and make 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 Bumpy baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to you punk motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told
I'm still ripping with this timeless
While you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming
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 baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy 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 me motivated
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)

I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs be thuggin'
Freddie Foxxx be nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere that I go, loving
Cause it's than Star Jones and Rosie Huggins
I've been lyrically since I thought about a rhyme
I knew the only thing I couldn't 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, don't who you hire
Kill your street team, your flyers
Niggas need Jacoby & for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell 'em Bumpy is in town
Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em
It's the of the underground sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown
Yo Pete, it down

Who got the hardest MC ever created?
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy 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 keep me
(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
Asking how can he be down, I impact
Like the four-pound ripping through a nigga cap
I that, now here's a fact
Niggas selling records, let alone a key of crack
You stare at me too long, B, your ice grill melt down to water
And I check you I check my daughter
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
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 than
The real niggas tolerate you, but the love me
Bitches in city want to hug me
A nigga rather shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me

Who got the hardest MC style created?
(Bumpy baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity 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 chest out to keep me motivated
(Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy baby!)