Luyện nghe bài hát Stock In The Game

[Freddie
Yeah, uh-huh, you
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we this mothafucker down!
Welcome to the underground where hardcore are found
We're beatin down, make you world-reknown
Where street set off once, never forgiven
Where real niggas 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 in this microphone you innuendos
I get you beat the up and played like Nintendo
Maybe smoke the hydro endo, you niggas is hookers
I hit you wit the four tuckers
Have you seen a rap stampede?
Well em underground, and I'll run em down
You know my reputation, my voice over disco is violation
New York walk, New talk
And when I blow you niggas dime, I use my own
So what the fuck you say and what you do
For real, bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in baby, you

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

I be hearin mad MC's, I study your
And I noticed that you niggas is wastin time
I don't take it to wack niggas, self-destruct
I take it to nice niggas and THEM UP!
So the that you be shinin makes it even better for me
That just more cheddar for me
I it blacker than Cadillacs in '69
Total eclispe your record and your shine
bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
And I still had you payin me mine
Wassup, watch me a hundred grand on you niggas
No tax while you loudmouth braggin-ass niggas jacks
Yeah I'm nice wit my hands
And I my heats, Freddie Foxxx celebrity box out the beats
My flow is so
Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize thoughts to start growin
It's Knuckles 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 it live
Simple-ass shit like that be soundin
But I spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they jewels
Wild niggas start cockin they
I got my ethics from the older school, if you wack I spit it
to steal, I come get it
If Freddie Foxxx want beef, ain't wit it
Some wanna try my style but can't fit it
I be niggas that sound like me
But ain't ever really put it down like me
Plus niggas ain't really underground like me
Street reputation, love town-to-town me
You bitch-ass mothafuckers I squared off in the
World, like a mothafuckin girls
I wet you a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium
The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your
You soft niggas never be iller
the holemaker, holefiller
Bumpy Knucks it realer, the bloodspiller
fuck wit a mothafuckin killer, TURN IT UP!

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