Luyện nghe bài hát 31 Bumrush

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

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

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

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

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

The weak we embarrass, showin' no pity on city
We either play you live or have you in like MIDI, who?
The Brick City Committee comin' through a nigga
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 we breeze through
You don't know, you need to the sound man
Don't nothin' but the EQ

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

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

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

Yo, focused, lips ready to toke it
choke on my skit, your dilemma is to quit
Flip scripts, the winner takin' out all beginners?
In an instant, my style's polished and resistant

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

We got bombs, my momma told me no 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 like Ayatollah
Check the folder, here we, go check it out now

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

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

Ashes to ashes, dust to 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