Luyện nghe bài hát R.N.S. (Real Nigga Shit)

[scratches by DJ
"It's time for this nigga shit.."
"Bumpy Knucks.."
"Ha, hah-hah"
"Niggaz see I.."
"Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx with the millis" -> O.C.
"Ha, hah-hah"
"Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Knucks.."
"Niggas see I.."
"It's for this real nigga shit.."

[Freddie
When I was small I made pause for "Super Sperm"
Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, sherm
Listen to Cold and Grandmaster Caz spittin
Gettin somethin in that niggaz ain't now gettin; me
everybody wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine"
Real niggaz kept attributes, right through '99
Peace to the god Taheem, over me
chariots and horses, get me over rough courses
While I silence those voices that doubted my
to rip, through these ass niggaz
I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounge
cause niggaz know Bumpy Knucks'll tear this mutha down
Cause the rawest most illest shit, make up my
That's why I stay gettin money, like niggaz uptown
I'm in your face - whassup now
Fuck all that peacemakin
I heard you spit you to pull shit
That's all bullshit, you keep your on some full shit
You say you bust it, BULLSHIT!
You the illest MC that ever did it
The rawest nigga that chewed up rhymes and spit it
In the new millenium cities, what I do
I'm bout to save hip-hop Ghost did the Wu

Chorus: Freddie (repeat 2X)

For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the
What's stronger than niggaz they can't take us
if we with the real, and shut down the fakers

Foxxx]
I'm to be a black man in my existence, so fuck the Klan
I ain't blinded by your and your million dollar checks
I'm always ready for whatever's
My road in life ain't easy cause I'm
You the real, nigga turnin these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers
cause f'real comes the realest, when I cock the manstoppers
I remember talkin to Big he said "Foxxx, you the illest,"
(uhh) I make the realest nigga it
Got a little mob of I send to rob niggaz
Take all that fly jewelry, and give it to my
I keep the industry up in arms like La Roche
cause they hate to see me comin, with this too approach
Through the hardest time in hip-hop, I stayed
So let me give the media some fly to quote
always be a nigga, lookin through your eyes
So nothin that you do to me should as no surprise
I continue bein raw dog, in work
I drown a bitch and get away, like my was Captain Kirk
Motherfuckers wanna hear it raw, make it hurt
Step on stage, rip the whole shit and merc'

[Freddie
What fucked you up is that I'm so and don't rehearse
On any record I'm the king of the verse
+Strictly Business+, if it's +Personal+ I let you know
I hold heart until the Lord tell me let you go
Don't need advice from no corny ass A&R that filled a milk crate
with breakbeats, I it raw nigga straight street
To my in L.A, L.A., L.A.
I still got the bulletproof - Pelle, Pelle,
the music underground as I reiterate twice
Tell niggaz to they face, I thought you wasn't
Kick my ass? Nah, not out mic me?
Not likely, stay on the sidelines like Lee
Niggas know Bumpy to flow all out
Microphone, gun in nigga, go all out
No exceptions to females I ride 'em
How bad I wanna fuck Brat, since she pushed titties up
It's the underground that designs the street
Foxxx designed the rhyme, Premier designed the beat

[scratches by DJ
"Bumpy Knucks.."
"Niggaz see I.."
"Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx with the millis" -> O.C.
"Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Knucks.."
"It's time for this real shit.."