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

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

Foxxx]
When I was I made pause tapes for "Super Sperm"
Rappin in school, drinkin forties, smokin sherm
Listen to Cold Crush and Caz spittin
somethin in that niggaz ain't now gettin; feel me
Remember wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine"
niggaz kept they attributes, right through '99
Peace to the god Taheem, over me
White chariots and horses, get me over rough
While I silence those voices that my ability
to rip, through young ass niggaz
When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists
cause niggaz know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear this down
Cause the rawest most illest shit, make up my
That's why I stay gettin money, them niggaz uptown
I'm in your - nigga whassup now
Fuck all peacemakin bullshit
I heard you you like to pull shit
That's all bullshit, you your nine on some full shit
You say you bust it, BULLSHIT!
You know the MC that ever did it
The nigga that 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
stronger than hip-hop niggaz they can't take us
if we deal with the real, and shut down the

[Freddie
I'm proud to be a black man in my existence, so the Klan
I ain't blinded by your jewels and your million checks
I'm always for whatever's next
My road in life ain't easy 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 the realest nigga feel it
Got a mob of niggaz I send to rob niggaz
Take all that fly jewelry, and it to my moms
I keep the industry up in arms Zack La Roche
cause they hate to see me comin, with too black approach
Through the hardest in hip-hop, I stayed afloat
So let me give the media some fly to quote
I'ma always be a nigga, lookin through your
So nothin that you do to me should come as no
I continue bein raw dog, puttin in
I drown a and get away, like my name was Captain Kirk
Motherfuckers hear it raw, Bumpy make it hurt
Step on stage, rip the whole shit and merc'

[Freddie
What fucked you up is that I'm so nice and don't
On any record I'm the king of the third
It's +Strictly Business+, if it's I let you know
I hold your heart until the Lord me let you go
Don't need from no corny ass A&R that never filled a milk crate
with breakbeats, I keep it raw nigga 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 ass? Nah, not out mic me?
Not likely, stay on the like Spike Lee
Niggas know 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, she pushed them titties up
the underground sound that designs the street
Freddie 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.."