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 with the

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

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

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

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

The weak we embarrass, no pity on your city
We either play you live or have you in like MIDI, who?
The Brick City Committee through a nigga soundest
This 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 know, you need to tell the sound man
Don't touch but the EQ

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now you got the scoop, check the troop low
On the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh
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

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