Luyện nghe bài hát Baknaffek

People people people
people people people

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

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

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

Set it off
One two
Set it off

Yeah it's the in reverse
The next cap sendin a big-up to my
I'm thorough, than a ghetto from Medini-Bop
Takin' lessons, swayin' niggas on
other slang ranger, bring a banger, interpretation

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

And if I'm in your you might meet me at the Radisson
Or splatterin', crews for lip chatterin'
It ain't new
how we do, my crew is back again

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

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

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

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

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

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

So yo, who be dat? Dat do me like this 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
Word up uh, yeah, uh,
it out