Luyện nghe bài hát Know The Rep

Y'all the rep, yeah, listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

I make sure you and your mans
When I see 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 on my shoulder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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