Luyện nghe bài hát Bumpy Knuckles Baby

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

Who got the mc style ever created?
(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy baby!)
Who got celebrity status and still underrated?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot nines be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)
And I blow a chest out to keep me motivated
(bumpy knuckles baby! knuckles baby!)

I spit the murder one that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere I go, thug loving
Cause fatter than star jones and rosie huggins
I've been lyrically since I thought about a rhyme
Plus I the only thing I couldn't kill was time
So I started a long ten-year doing mine
While them fake niggas stay in a to stay behind
Bum bit, I spit the flames til the set afire
I'm a fighter not a crier, don't care who you
your street team, burn your flyers
Niggas need jacoby & meyers for liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in
'em don't send 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, it down

Who got the mc style ever created?
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got celebrity status and it's still
(bumpy baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)
Who got them two hot that be black and nickle-plated?
(bumpy knuckles baby! 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 some rapper kissing ass at the gavin
Asking how can he be down, I make
Like the four-pound slug ripping a nigga cap
I that, now here's a fact
Niggas ain't records, let alone a key of crack
You stare at me too long, b, your ice grill will down to water
And I check you like I my daughter
Now it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the chain
Off the pen or off the brain, I it to you niggas
I'm fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop
Now you snitching like fergueson at comstock
You a thug, b, I'm rougher than rugby
The niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me
Bitches in city want to hug me
A nigga would rather shoot his self before he ever slug me

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