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 beef set off once, never forgiven
Where real niggas never up, we fugitivin
That's how we be livin, where vibe on the raw shit
Come out, face fucked up and get your jaw split
Nigga, we pick your up and put em on a string like bones
And send your punk ass home
I got stock in this microphone you
I get you beat the fuck up and 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 bring em underground, and I'll run em
You know my reputation, my voice over beats is violation
New York walk, New talk
And when I you niggas dime, I use my own chalk
So what the fuck you say and what you do
For real, bring it to you and your whole crew
in baby, you ready?

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

I be mad MC's, I study your rhymes
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 FUCK UP!
So the that you be shinin makes it even better for me
just leaves more cheddar for me
I keep it than Cadillacs in '69
Total eclispe record and stole your shine
Sixteen bars of homemade rhyme
And I still had you payin me mine
Wassup, watch me snatch a grand on you niggas
No tax while you braggin-ass niggas fake jacks
Yeah I'm nice wit my hands
And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx box out the beats
My flow is so
Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start
It's Bumpy Knuckles and raw niggas
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 that be wack
But when I spit the terror that makes niggas hide they jewels
niggas start cockin they tools
I got my from the older school, if you wack then I spit it
Something to steal, I get it
If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas wit it
Some niggas wanna try my but can't fit it
I be hearin niggas that 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 I squared off in the mainstream
World, like a mothafuckin girls
I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode uranium
The only you'll have to fall back on is your cranium
You soft niggas could be iller
Than the holemaker,
Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the
fuck wit a mothafuckin killer, TURN IT UP!

2x
*on time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU MOTHAFUCKERS'LL BE GONE"*