Luyện nghe bài hát Know The Rep

Y'all know the rep, yeah,

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

I'm nice with mics there's nothin' I like
to paralyze your left side and leave 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 a battle rap
so smooth you'll be out of that
Y'all know the beef is stewin', Bumpy came to ruin
You may be signed but you don't what the fuck you doin'

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

A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, the cops are gone
This is real street spit you best be
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 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 done
When I see y'all drop, I'm the cat screamin' and 1
You see me on the team dog you know the over
Stones on my wrist, and a on my shoulder

16's cashin' in on another hot
Go cop me a drop 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 rollin' up in the out truck dog
It's 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, this ain't no cat
Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is
Give me a beat, man I'll that
Spittin' that heat street raps man nod to that

you smilin' at You R and B, man that's hardly 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 play dumb, I know where you came
You only seen buddy after the rain come

Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you
like babies suckin' tits talkin' 'bout let's cuddle
It's 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 real street spit you be warned
Tell your MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We on, once the cops are gone