Luyện nghe bài hát Stock In The Game

[Freddie
Yeah, uh-huh, you
Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker down!
Welcome to the underground where niggas are found
We're beatin niggas down, make you
Where street beef set off once, never
Where niggas never give up, we fugitivin
That's how we be livin, where niggas on the raw shit
Come out, your face fucked up and get jaw split
Nigga, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string bones
And send your punk ass home
I got stock in this you innuendos
I get you beat the fuck up and played like
Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you is hookers
I hit you wit the four pound
Have you seen a rap stampede?
Well em underground, and I'll run em down
You my reputation, my voice over disco beats is violation
New York walk, New talk
And when I blow you dime, I use my own chalk
So watch what the you say and what you do
For real, bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in baby, you

I got stock in game
Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to the
You know my
So if you ever come me wrong
remember the words to this song

I be hearin mad MC's, I study your
And I noticed that you is just wastin time
I don't take it to niggas, they self-destruct
I take it to nice and FUCK THEM UP!
So the fact that you be makes it even better for me
That just leaves more for me
I keep it blacker than in '69
Total your record and stole your shine
Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine
And I still had you mothafuckers me mine
Wassup, watch me snatch a hundred on you niggas
No tax while you braggin-ass niggas fake jacks
I'm nice wit my mothafuckin hands
And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx celebrity box out the
My is so cold
Start a rainy day snowin, my voice your thoughts to start growin
It's Bumpy and raw niggas incorporated
The real niggas it, the fake niggas hate it
You mothafuckers ready for Check it out

2x

I go one two three four five, I make it
Simple-ass shit like be soundin wack
But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they
Wild niggas start they tools
I got my from the older school, if you wack then I spit it
to steal, I come get it
If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas wit it
Some niggas wanna try my style but fit it
I be niggas that sound like me
But ain't never ever really put it like me
Plus them niggas really underground like me
Street reputation, love town-to-town me
You mothafuckers I squared off in the mainstream
World, actin like a mothafuckin
I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll like uranium
The only thing you'll have to back on is your cranium
You soft niggas could never be
Than the holemaker,
Bumpy keep it realer, the bloodspiller
Don't fuck wit a killer, TURN IT UP!

2x
*on second time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU BE GONE"*