Luyện nghe bài hát 31 Bumrush

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

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 yo what happened
out them niggaz rappin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We got bombs, my told 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 a crowd like Ayatollah
Check the folder, here we, go it out right now

Now you got the scoop, the Guess troop low
On the chest, niggaz still use the fresh blessed
You see the structure, builder,
Bust another the skills that I muster
Up touches you check the rhyme
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 don't know, you need to the sound man
touch nothin' but the EQ

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