Luyện nghe bài hát 31 Bumrush

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

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

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

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

We know schematics on theatrics
Only a few can status, Artifacts techniques
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 your
We either play you or have you taped in like MIDI, who?
The Brick City Committee comin' a nigga 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 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 from off the of the bus
The 31 bumrush crews we breeze
You know, you need to tell the sound man
Don't nothin' but the EQ

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

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

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

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 inch barely make a foot

We got bombs, my momma told me no when I was
But I her, I don't cry on no shoulders, I'm a soldier
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 use the word fresh blessed
You see the structure, builder,
another with the skills that I muster
Up touches you check the rhyme
Artifacts, Tame One and MC El the

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, dust to 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