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
a whole click out and had the sound man flippin'
Kickin' wicked freestyle to shit on with the writtens

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust off the back 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

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

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

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

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

We got bombs, my told me no when I was younger
But I told her, I cry on no shoulders, I'm a soldier
Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd like
Check the folder, we, go check it out right now

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

to ashes, dust to dust from off the back of the bus
The 31 bumrush crews we breeze
You know, you need to tell the sound man
touch nothin' but the EQ

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