Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw me
Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor me
Who go to war me? flip a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap like me
Get less and more like me
Hunt a nigga like the predator like me
the macs in the drawer like me
How many niggas raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
bumpy knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to you punk motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told
I'm still ripping with this timeless
While you spit that offbeat rhyming shit
My life is of hard times and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and

Who got the hardest mc ever created?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity and it's still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)

I the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere I go, thug loving
Cause it's fatter than star and rosie huggins
I've been lyrically inclined since I thought a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was
So I started a long ten-year climb doing
them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mic's set
I'm a fighter not a crier, care who you hire
Kill your street team, your flyers
Niggas need jacoby & meyers for being liers, now me
Calling major labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in
Tell 'em don't no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down
It's the king of the underground sound, get for the industry shakedown
Yo pete, break it

Who got the hardest mc style created?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got status and it's still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be and nickle-plated?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)

Yo get the up out my face, b, I'm an mc
Not fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the gavin
Asking how can he be down, I make
Like the four-pound slug through a nigga cap
I guarantee that, now a fact
Niggas ain't selling records, let alone a key of
You stare at me too long, b, your ice grill will melt to water
And I check you like I my daughter
Now turn it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the
Off the pen or off the brain, I bring it to you
Like I'm insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching like colin fergueson at
You ain't a thug, b, I'm than rugby
The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs me
Bitches in every city to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his fucking before he ever slug me

Who got the hardest mc ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got status and it's still underrated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got them two hot nines that be black and
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
And I blow a nigga out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)