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

[scratches by DJ
"It's time for this real shit.."
"Bumpy Knucks.."
"Ha, hah-hah"
"Niggaz see I.."
"Fr-Fre-Fre, Foxxx with the twin 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 tapes for "Super Sperm"
in high school, drinkin forties, smokin sherm
Listen to Crush and Grandmaster Caz spittin
Gettin somethin in that niggaz now gettin; feel me
Remember everybody to be "Peace, God, Divine"
Real niggaz kept they attributes, right '99
Peace to the god Taheem, over me
White and horses, get me over rough courses
While I those voices that doubted my ability
to rip, these young ass niggaz
When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lounge
niggaz know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear this mutha down
Cause the rawest most shit, make up my sound
That's why I gettin money, like them niggaz uptown
I'm in your face - whassup now
all that peacemakin bullshit
I heard you spit you to pull shit
That's all bullshit, you keep your nine on some full
You say you it, that's BULLSHIT!
You know the illest MC that did it
The rawest nigga that ever chewed up and spit it
In the new millenium cities, what I do
I'm bout to save hip-hop Ghost did the Wu

Freddie Foxxx (repeat 2X)

For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the
What's stronger than hip-hop niggaz they take us
if we deal with the real, and shut down the

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

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

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