Luyện nghe bài hát R.N.S. (Real Nigga Shit)

[scratches by DJ
"It's time for real nigga shit.."
"Bumpy Knucks.."
"Ha, hah-hah"
"Niggaz see I.."
"Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx with the millis" -> O.C.
"Ha, hah-hah"
"Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Knucks.."
"Niggas see I.."
"It's for this real nigga shit.."

Foxxx]
When I was small I made pause for "Super Sperm"
Rappin in high school, forties, smokin sherm
Listen to Crush and Grandmaster Caz spittin
Gettin in that niggaz ain't now gettin; feel me
everybody wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine"
Real niggaz kept they attributes, through '99
Peace to the god Taheem, over me
White chariots and horses, get me over rough
While I silence those voices doubted my ability
to rip, these young ass niggaz
When I walk into the Lounge, lyricists lounge
cause niggaz know that Bumpy Knucks'll this mutha down
the rawest most illest shit, make up my sound
That's why I gettin money, like them niggaz uptown
I'm in your face - whassup now
Fuck all that bullshit
I you spit you like to pull shit
That's all bullshit, you keep your nine on full shit
You say you bust it, BULLSHIT!
You know the illest MC that did it
The rawest nigga ever chewed up rhymes and spit it
In the new cities, watch what I do
I'm bout to save hip-hop like did the Wu

Chorus: Freddie (repeat 2X)

For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the
What's stronger than hip-hop they can't take us
if we deal the real, and shut down the fakers

Foxxx]
I'm to be a black man in my existence, so fuck the Klan
I ain't blinded by jewels and your million dollar checks
I'm always ready for next
My road in ain't easy cause I'm complex
You the real, nigga turnin these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers
f'real here comes the realest, when I cock the manstoppers
I talkin to Big Poppa; he said "Foxxx, you the illest,"
(uhh) I make the nigga feel it
Got a mob of niggaz I send to rob niggaz
Take all that fly jewelry, and give it to my
I keep the industry up in arms like Zack La
they hate to see me comin, with this too black approach
Through the time in hip-hop, I stayed afloat
So let me the media some fly shit to quote
I'ma always be a nigga, lookin your eyes
So that you do to me should come as no surprise
I continue raw dog, puttin in work
I drown a bitch and get away, like my was Captain Kirk
Motherfuckers wanna hear it raw, Bumpy make it
Step on stage, rip the whole shit down and

[Freddie
What fucked you up is that I'm so nice and don't
On any record I'm the of the third verse
It's +Strictly Business+, if +Personal+ I let you know
I hold your heart the Lord tell me let you go
Don't need advice from no corny ass A&R that never filled a crate
breakbeats, I keep it raw nigga straight street
To my in L.A, L.A., L.A.
I still got the bulletproof - Pelle, Pelle,
Keep the music as I reiterate twice
Tell niggaz to face, I thought you wasn't nice
Kick my Nah, not likely; out mic me?
Not likely, on the sidelines like Spike Lee
know Bumpy like to flow all out
Microphone, gun in nigga, go all out
No exceptions to females I 'em giddyup
How bad I wanna fuck Brat, since she pushed titties up
the underground sound that designs the street
Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, Premier designed the

[scratches by DJ
"Bumpy Knucks.."
"Niggaz see I.."
"Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx the twin millis" -> O.C.
"Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Knucks.."
"It's time for this real shit.."