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 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, smokin
to Cold Crush and Grandmaster Caz spittin
Gettin somethin in that ain't now gettin; feel me
Remember everybody to be "Peace, God, Divine"
Real niggaz kept they attributes, through '99
Peace to the god Taheem, watching me
White chariots and horses, get me rough courses
While I silence those voices that doubted my
to rip, these young ass niggaz
When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lounge
cause niggaz know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear mutha down
Cause the rawest most illest shit, 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 to pull shit
That's all bullshit, you keep your nine on some full
You say you it, that's BULLSHIT!
You know the MC that ever did it
The rawest nigga that chewed up rhymes and spit it
In the new millenium cities, what I do
I'm bout to save hip-hop like 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 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 dollar checks
I'm always ready for next
My road in life ain't easy cause I'm
You the real, nigga turnin these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers
f'real here comes the realest, when I cock the manstoppers
I remember to Big Poppa; he said "Foxxx, you the illest,"
(uhh) I the realest 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 like Zack La Roche
cause they hate to see me comin, with too black approach
the hardest time in hip-hop, I stayed afloat
So let me the media some fly shit to quote
I'ma 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, like my name was Captain
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 and don't rehearse
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 tell me let you go
Don't need advice from no ass A&R that never filled a milk crate
with breakbeats, I it raw nigga straight street
To my in L.A, L.A., L.A.
I still got the bulletproof - Pelle, Pelle,
Keep the 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, on the sidelines like Spike Lee
Niggas Bumpy like to flow all out
Microphone, gun in nigga, go all out
No exceptions to I ride 'em giddyup
How bad I wanna fuck Brat, she pushed them titties 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 the twin millis" -> O.C.
"Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Knucks.."
"It's time for this real shit.."