Luyện nghe bài hát Know The Rep

Y'all know the rep, yeah,

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 like 18 wheelers in the game

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

I'm like a Cadillac, I write a rap
so contest you'll 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 aight hot, I make raw
And send you higher a long Colt four-four
You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho
And slam a fool on his and break the whole floor

A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, once the cops are
This is real 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

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

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

16's in on another hot beat
Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch
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 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 piles is
Give me a beat, man body that
Spittin' heat street raps man they nod to that

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

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

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

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