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 time for real nigga shit.."

Foxxx]
When I was small I made tapes for "Super Sperm"
Rappin in high school, forties, smokin sherm
Listen to Cold and Grandmaster Caz spittin
somethin in that niggaz ain't now gettin; feel me
Remember wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine"
Real niggaz kept attributes, right through '99
to the god Taheem, watching over me
White chariots and horses, get me rough courses
I silence those voices that doubted my ability
to rip, through these ass niggaz
When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lounge
cause niggaz know that Bumpy Knucks'll this mutha down
Cause the rawest illest shit, make up my sound
That's why I stay gettin money, like them uptown
I'm in your face - nigga now
Fuck all that bullshit
I heard you spit you like to shit
That's all bullshit, you keep your nine on full shit
You say you bust it, BULLSHIT!
You know the illest MC that did it
The rawest nigga that ever up rhymes and spit it
In the new millenium cities, what I do
I'm bout to save 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 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 fuck the
I ain't blinded by your jewels and your dollar checks
I'm always ready for whatever's
My road in life ain't cause I'm complex
You know the real, nigga turnin fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers
cause here comes the realest, when I cock the manstoppers
I remember to Big Poppa; he said "Foxxx, you the illest,"
(uhh) I make the realest 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 Zack La Roche
cause they hate to see me comin, this 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 should come as no
I continue bein raw dog, in work
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 down and

[Freddie
What fucked you up is that I'm so nice and rehearse
On any record I'm the king of the verse
It's Business+, if it's +Personal+ I let you know
I hold your heart until the Lord me let you go
Don't need advice from no ass A&R that never filled a milk crate
breakbeats, I keep it raw nigga straight street
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 they face, I thought you nice
my ass? Nah, not likely; out mic me?
Not likely, stay on the sidelines Spike Lee
Niggas know Bumpy like to all out
Microphone, gun in nigga, go all out
No exceptions to females I 'em giddyup
How bad I wanna Brat, since she pushed them titties up
It's the underground sound that the street
Freddie Foxxx 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 for this real nigga shit.."