Luyện nghe bài hát Know The Rep

Y'all the rep, yeah, listen

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write fuckin' flame
And kill for the right price I got a name
My forty caliber too fresh, in aim
We roll like 18 in the truckin' game

I'm nice with mics nothin' more I like
than to paralyze your left and leave you all right
I be layin' front of your with Tec-y all night
Tryin' to get 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen

I'm like a Cadillac, I a battle rap
so smooth contest be out of that
Y'all know the beef is stewin', Bumpy came to ruin
You may be signed but you don't know the fuck you doin'

I make aight hot, I dope raw
And send you higher a long Colt four-four
You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho
And a fool on his back and break the whole floor

A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, the cops are gone
This is real street spit you best be
Tell your MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, once the cops are

It's the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam
My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands
See you rappers I'm attackin' the pile
be cryin' foul cause I'm hackin' your style

I make you and your mans done
When I see y'all drop, I'm the cat screamin' and 1
You see me on the team dog you know the game's
on my wrist, and a chip on my shoulder

16's cashin' in on another hot
Go cop me a with the butterscotch seats
And we not meet, if we do you gon' see a change
Make sure you whole F A C E rearranged

We up in the blacked out truck dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you with Corrupt Mob
It's gas on the fire, any a track blaze
Squad known to beef up the Heat, just the Shaq trade

This my 9 to 5, this no hobby cat
Copycat killers styles, my rhyme piles is heavy
me a beat, man I'll body that
Spittin' that heat raps man they nod to that

What you at You R and B, man that's hardly rap
You lost the beat, man you a map
fact, here's my next rap, borrow that
Been off the street too long, I my corner back

You ain't a player, you a quarterback
You the beat like side streets on a flat
Don't play dumb, I know you came from
You only seen slugs after the rain come

it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch
like suckin' tits talkin' 'bout mami let's cuddle
gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down
A cat with a violent rap, what now?

A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, once the cops are
is real street spit you best be warned
Tell favorite MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, the cops are gone