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, 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.."

[Freddie
When I was I made pause tapes for "Super Sperm"
Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, smokin
Listen to Cold Crush and Caz spittin
Gettin 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 rough courses
While I silence those voices doubted my ability
to rip, through young ass niggaz
When I walk into the Lounge, lyricists lounge
cause niggaz know 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 - nigga whassup now
Fuck all that peacemakin
I heard you spit you like to pull
That's all bullshit, you keep your on some full shit
You say you bust it, BULLSHIT!
You the illest MC that ever did it
The rawest nigga ever chewed up rhymes and spit it
In the new cities, watch what I do
I'm to save hip-hop like 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 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 ready for whatever's next
My road in life ain't easy I'm complex
You the real, nigga turnin these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers
cause f'real here the realest, when I cock the manstoppers
I remember talkin to Big Poppa; he "Foxxx, you the illest,"
(uhh) I the realest nigga feel it
Got a little mob of niggaz I send to rob
Take all that fly jewelry, and it to my moms
I the industry up in arms like 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 shit to
always be a nigga, lookin through your eyes
So nothin that you do to me come as no surprise
I continue bein raw dog, puttin in
I drown a bitch and get away, like my was Captain Kirk
Motherfuckers wanna 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 of the third verse
It's +Strictly Business+, if it's +Personal+ I let you
I hold your until the Lord tell me let you go
Don't need advice from no ass A&R that never filled 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,
Keep the music underground as I reiterate
Tell niggaz to face, I thought you wasn't nice
my ass? Nah, not likely; out mic me?
Not likely, on the sidelines like Spike Lee
Niggas know Bumpy 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 designs the street
Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, 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 for this real nigga shit.."