Luyện nghe bài hát Know The Rep

Y'all the rep, yeah, listen

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin'
And kill for the right price I got a buckin'
My forty caliber too fresh, 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 your with Tec-y all night
Tryin' to get them 9 millimeters up tight, listen

I'm like a Cadillac, I a battle rap
so contest you'll be out of that
Y'all know the beef is stewin', that 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 long four-four
You know the only rap pimp that a ho poor
And slam a fool on his and break the whole floor

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 favorite MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, once the cops are

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

I make sure you and mans done
When I see both drop, I'm the cat screamin' 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 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
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Mob
It's gas on the fire, any a track blaze
Squad to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade

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

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

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

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

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