Luyện nghe bài hát Know The Rep

Y'all the rep, yeah, listen

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin'
And kill for the price I got a buckin' name
My forty too fresh, stuck in aim
We roll 18 wheelers in the truckin' game

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

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

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

A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, once the cops are
This is street spit you best be warned
Tell favorite MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, once the are gone

the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master
My mic is correct, but y'all the hands faster
See you bitch I'm attackin' the pile
Y'all be cryin' foul cause I'm hackin' your

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
sure you whole F A C E gettin' rearranged

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

This my 9 to 5, ain't no hobby cat
Copycat killers bite styles, my piles is heavy
Give me a beat, man I'll that
Spittin' that heat street man they nod to that

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

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

Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you
like babies tits talkin' 'bout mami let's cuddle
It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck
A quiet cat with a violent rap, now?

A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, once the are gone
is real street spit you best be warned
Tell favorite MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We on, once the cops are gone