Luyện nghe bài hát Stock In The Game

[Freddie
Yeah, uh-huh, you
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this down!
Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are
We're niggas down, make you world-reknown
Where street beef set off once, forgiven
Where real never give up, we fugitivin
That's how we be livin, where vibe on the raw shit
Come out, your face up and get your jaw split
Nigga, we your teeth up and put em on a string like bones
And send your ass home alone
I got in this microphone you innuendos
I get you beat the fuck up and played like
Maybe like the hydro endo, you niggas 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 walk, New York 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
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 come me wrong
Just remember the words to this

I be hearin mad MC's, I study rhymes
And I noticed that you niggas is just wastin
I don't it to wack niggas, they self-destruct
I take it to nice and FUCK THEM UP!
So the fact you be shinin makes it even better for me
just leaves more cheddar for me
I keep it blacker Cadillacs in '69
Total eclispe your record and stole shine
Sixteen bars of homemade rhyme
And I had you mothafuckers payin me mine
Wassup, watch me snatch a grand on you niggas
No tax while you loudmouth braggin-ass fake jacks
Yeah I'm wit my mothafuckin hands
And I bust my heats, Foxxx celebrity box out the beats
My flow is so
a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start growin
It's Bumpy Knuckles and raw niggas
The niggas love it, the fake niggas hate it
You mothafuckers ready for this? it out

2x

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

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