Luyện nghe bài hát Know The Rep

Y'all the rep, yeah, listen

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I that fuckin' flame
And kill for the right I got a buckin' name
My forty 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 and leave you all right
I be front of your crib with Tec-y all night
Tryin' to get them 9 millimeters up tight, listen

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

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

A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, the cops are gone
This is real street spit you best be
your favorite 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 or Jam Master
My mic is correct, but know the hands faster
See you bitch I'm attackin' the pile
Y'all be cryin' cause I'm hackin' your style

I make sure you and your done
I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin' and 1
You see me on the dog you know the game's over
Stones on my wrist, and a chip on my

16's in on another hot beat
Go cop me a drop the butterscotch seats
And we better not meet, if we do you see a change
Make sure you F A C E gettin' rearranged

We up in the blacked out truck dog
Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob
It's gas on the fire, any time a track
Squad known to up the Heat, just 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 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
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 ride the beat like side on a flat
Don't play dumb, I where you came from
You only seen slugs buddy the rain come

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

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