Luyện nghe bài hát Baknaffek

People people people
People people people

Shippity bop, well hot diggity, where's the The bum siggity
Niggas wanna know but check the my little trickity
I'm with the books so kid, it looks like it's a winner
Ya better get'cha plate because I'm servin' for dinner

See I freak it from the sewer I'm quick to do ya posse
I'm swoopin' on the note just like I was a
See they thought I lost my spot so they went and got comfy
So now I gotta hit him hard and Bogart Humphrey

Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin' it because I'm
Ya phony, full of bologne Oscar Meyer
See I attack a of rappers just for practice
I bust my tactics, I'm sharper a F-axe-iss

Set it off
One two
Set it off

Yeah it's the books in
The next cap sendin a to my borough
I'm thorough, wetter than a from Medini-Bop
Takin' lessons, niggas on graffitti
Rockin' other slang ranger, bring a banger,

My nerves is achin', see I'm sick of perpetratin'
But see this, I'm screamin' on they records like Beavis
Or head, I bust heads like Amy
Fisher Isser, blisser, hit you like an

And if I'm in your town you might meet me at the
Or splatterin', crews for lip chatterin'
It nuttin' new
That's how we do, my crew is back

People people people
(Baknaffek, that?)
People people people
(Baknaffek, that?)

People people people
(Baknaffek, that?)
People people people
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Well here I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to
A bigger nigga with my left and then I flick 'em my right
I'm sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a
Nigga on the microphone I can roll a sister

is bond, I'm on some nuke, new like this
Grab a piece of and shoot the giff like Chris
Cringle, lost my jingle, don't it ya shiver
a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver

Aah check, what the heck?
I do that then because I used to a wreck
Wit it, the time I hot talk, spit it
For sake I'm in to hit the brakes and you're skiddin'

You in, did it, but y'all can keep that
'Cos now I'm on other type of flow and best believe that
And all that, small cat, my format,
Honey I'm back to run things 'cos things is never changed, punk

So if you're drunk, I freak the funk until you're
But still be gettin' when niggas know that winter's over
Kickin' the flam yo it's the man, tock, I jam like gridlock
My is fender bendin' sendin' rappers to the pit stop

Good O' mercy, hit reversy if you missed it
And busboy give the 'cos like a preacher, baby I'm twisted
Kid I swing a dome-buster light, bone a smith
Bust up your lips then puff up a

So yo, who be dat? Dat wanna do me like to get
Booby jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat

People people people
(Baknaffek, that?)
People people people
(Baknaffek, that?)

People people people
(Baknaffek, that?)
People people people
(Baknaffek, that?)

Bust a
up uh, yeah, uh, yeah
it out