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, 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.."

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

Foxxx]
I'm proud to be a man in my existence, so fuck 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 these fake hard niggaz to
cause f'real here comes the realest, I cock the manstoppers
I remember talkin to Big he said "Foxxx, you the illest,"
(uhh) I make the nigga feel it
Got a little mob of niggaz I to rob niggaz
Take all that fly jewelry, and give it to my
I keep the industry up in arms Zack La Roche
they hate to see me comin, with this too black approach
Through the hardest in hip-hop, I stayed afloat
So let me the media some fly shit to quote
always be a nigga, lookin through your eyes
So nothin you do to me should come as no surprise
I continue raw dog, puttin in work
I drown a bitch and get away, my name was Captain Kirk
Motherfuckers hear it raw, Bumpy make it hurt
Step on stage, rip the whole down and merc'

[Freddie
What fucked you up is that I'm so nice and rehearse
On any record I'm the of the third verse
It's +Strictly Business+, if +Personal+ I let you know
I hold your until the Lord tell me let you go
Don't need advice from no corny ass A&R that 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 they face, I thought you wasn't
Kick my Nah, not likely; out mic me?
Not likely, stay on the sidelines like Lee
Niggas know Bumpy like to all out
Microphone, gun in nigga, go all out
No to females I ride 'em giddyup
How bad I wanna fuck Brat, she pushed them titties up
It's the underground sound designs the street
Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, Premier designed the

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