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

[scratches by DJ
"It's for this real nigga 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 time for this nigga shit.."

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

Chorus: 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 they can't take us
if we deal with the real, and shut down the

Foxxx]
I'm proud to be a black man in my existence, so fuck the
I ain't blinded by your jewels and your dollar checks
I'm ready for whatever's next
My road in life ain't cause I'm complex
You know the real, nigga turnin 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 the realest nigga feel it
Got a little mob of I send to rob niggaz
Take all that fly jewelry, and it to my moms
I keep the industry up in arms like Zack La
they hate to see me comin, with this too black approach
Through the hardest time in hip-hop, I afloat
So let me give the media fly shit to quote
I'ma always be a nigga, lookin through your
So nothin that you do to me come as no surprise
I continue raw dog, puttin in work
I drown a bitch and get away, like my name was Captain
Motherfuckers hear it raw, Bumpy make it hurt
Step on stage, rip the whole shit down and

[Freddie
What fucked you up is that I'm so and don't rehearse
On any record I'm the king of the verse
It's +Strictly Business+, if it's +Personal+ I let you
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 straight street
To my in L.A, L.A., L.A.
I still got the - Pelle, Pelle, Pelle
Keep the underground as I reiterate twice
niggaz to they face, I thought you wasn't nice
Kick my Nah, not likely; out mic me?
Not likely, on the sidelines like Spike Lee
Niggas Bumpy like to flow all out
Microphone, gun in nigga, go all out
No to females I ride 'em giddyup
How bad I fuck Brat, since she pushed them titties up
It's the underground sound that the street
Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, designed the beat

[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 real nigga shit.."