Luyện nghe bài hát Know The Rep

Y'all the rep, yeah, listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

I make sure you and your 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
Stones on my wrist, and a chip on my

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

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, just the Shaq trade

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

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

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

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

A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, the cops are gone
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, the cops are gone