Luyện nghe bài hát Know The Rep

Y'all know the rep, yeah,

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

I'm a Cadillac, I write a battle 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 what the you doin'

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

A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, once the are gone
This is real street you best be warned
your favorite MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you don't
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 rappers I'm attackin' the
Y'all be cryin' foul I'm hackin' your style

I make sure you and your mans
I see y'all both 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 on my shoulder

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

We up in the blacked out truck dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Mob
It's gas on the fire, any time a track
Squad known to beef up the Heat, 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 body that
that heat street raps man they nod to that

What you 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 street too long, I want my corner

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

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

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