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

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

[Freddie
I was small I made pause tapes for "Super Sperm"
Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, smokin
Listen to Crush and Grandmaster Caz spittin
Gettin somethin in that niggaz ain't now gettin; me
Remember 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 that my ability
to rip, through these young ass
When I into the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounge
cause niggaz know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear this down
Cause the rawest most illest shit, up my sound
That's why I stay money, like them niggaz uptown
I'm in your - nigga whassup now
Fuck all peacemakin bullshit
I heard you you like to pull shit
That's all bullshit, you keep nine on some full shit
You say you bust it, BULLSHIT!
You know the illest MC that did it
The nigga that ever chewed up rhymes and spit it
In the new millenium cities, what I do
I'm bout to 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 niggaz they can't us
if we deal with the real, and shut the fakers

Foxxx]
I'm to be a black man in my existence, so fuck the Klan
I ain't blinded by your jewels and your dollar checks
I'm always for whatever's next
My road in ain't easy cause I'm complex
You know the real, turnin these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers
cause here comes 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 to rob niggaz
Take all that fly jewelry, and it to my moms
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 give the some fly shit to quote
I'ma always be a nigga, lookin through your
So that you do to me should come as no surprise
I continue bein raw dog, puttin in
I drown a and get away, like my name was Captain Kirk
wanna hear 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 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 corny ass A&R that never filled a milk
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 twice
niggaz to they face, I thought you wasn't nice
Kick my ass? Nah, not out mic me?
Not likely, stay on the sidelines like 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, since she pushed them up
It's the underground sound that the street
Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, Premier designed the

[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 time for this real shit.."