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 click out and had the man flippin'
Kickin' wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz the writtens

Check my computer type graphics, get they ass kicked
Quick if they try to like ashes, I'm never passive
As is, yo, you see the yo what happened
out them niggaz rappin'

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

I'm intact facts, MC's can't compete with these treats
And Shawn JP the beats, unleash
Talents, balance, styles
the vocabulary, no other buries

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The E&J sipper blunt ripper nigga your bitch ass
With effects, we go to war like George Lucas
Toucan Sam and we be the mister man 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 rock a like Ayatollah
the folder, here we, go check it out right now

Now you got the scoop, check the troop low
On the chest, niggaz still use the word blessed
You see the structure, builder,
Bust another with the that I muster
Up touches you check the rhyme
Artifacts, Tame One and MC El the

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

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