Luyện nghe bài hát 31 Bumrush

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

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

The clap of the crowd be showin' me like Cupid
it back, shit slams like I dished off to Shaq
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 compete with these treats
And JP with the beats, unleash
Talents, balance, styles
With the vocabulary, no buries

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

The weak we embarrass, showin' no pity on city
We either play you or have you taped 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 from 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, to dust from off the back of the bus
The 31 bumrush we breeze through
You don't know, you to tell the sound man
Don't nothin' but the EQ

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

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

Yo, focused, lips ready to toke it
You'll 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
With better effects, we go to war George Lucas
Sam and we be the mister man simply put
Your twelve inch could barely 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 Ayatollah
Check the folder, we, go check it out right now

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

Ashes to ashes, to dust from 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

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust from off the 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