Luyện nghe bài hát 31 Bumrush

My off the look, leaves my competitors shook
No matter groups you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke
Took a whole out and had the sound man flippin'
Kickin' wicked freestyle to shit on with the writtens

Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass
Quick if they try to flip like ashes, I'm passive
As is, yo, you see the yo what happened
Check out them rappin'

The clap of the crowd be showin' me like Cupid
Loop it back, shit like I dished off to Shaq
My crew stay with battle raps on cap
We to clap on chaps who make up half you sucker rap acts

I'm intact with facts, MC's can't with these treats
And JP with the beats, unleash
Talents, balance, extraordinary
With the vocabulary, no other

We know on rapper's theatrics
Only a few can freak status, Artifacts
Can freak from here to Dalls, leavin' you to up
Like Alice, shit's thick like from out the chalice

The weak we embarrass, no pity on your city
We either play you live or you taped in like MIDI, who?
The Brick City Committee through a nigga soundest
round's for all our niggaz that didn't get down yet

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust off the back of the bus
The 31 bumrush crews we through
You don't know, you to tell the sound man
Don't touch but the EQ

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust off the back of the bus
The 31 bumrush we breeze through
You don't know, you to tell the sound man
touch nothin' but the EQ

Deafenin' lethal weapon with the props
Seekin' through your sale racks and peepin' all mall
In to win, tall like Paul Bunyan, the bass line's
Meanin' that the notty headed comin'

Lights, camera, act like you bring the drama
I it hotter than all of Atlanta, ready to act up
My Hooter ville upbringin' is upon ya son
for your under the name of Tame One

Yo, eyes focused, ready to toke it
You'll choke on my skit, dilemma is to quit
Flip scripts, who's the takin' out all beginners?
In an instant, my style's polished and stain

The E&J sipper blunt ripper flips your bitch ass
With better effects, we go to war George Lucas
Sam and we be the mister man simply put
Your twelve could barely make a foot

We got bombs, my momma me no when I was younger
But I told her, I don't cry on no shoulders, I'm a
Let me show ya, how we can a crowd like Ayatollah
the folder, here we, go check it out right now

Now you got the scoop, check the Guess low
On the chest, niggaz use the word fresh blessed
You see the structure, builder,
Bust with the skills that I muster
Up touches you the rhyme forte
Artifacts, One and MC El the Sensai

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust from off the of the bus
The 31 bumrush we breeze through
You don't know, you need to tell the man
Don't nothin' but the EQ

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust from off the of the bus
The 31 bumrush crews we through
You don't know, you need to tell the man
touch nothin' but the EQ