Luyện nghe bài hát Knownots

This goes out to in the whole wide world
coast gettin rowdy
We dont represent out west we
We out

And we to tell yall, what its all about
So as I back from this microphone
Im a let it go to
Little somethin this

Check it out, people, you are
you with, where ever you at
Where ever you from, ever you goin'
Im gon put you up on here 'cause youse not knowin'

Let me a little time out to holler at ya
You go get your partners 'cause Im fit to drop a bug in ear
See we have here is, uh, ruh, yeah
The helluva ill type you fear

Thats cause we knowin' but you dont know
'Cause every nigga call hisself rappin' dont really flow
Really though, Ill open up my mind and take you you cant go
I woulda been a behind the plate but you cant throw

'Cause you dont but you dont hear me though
Yo, this out
My collapse in the raps
And snaps a wild mongoose in a trap

watch your table manners, boy and give me room
Im servin shit, tune
And laughin like a baboon
On the way to the with a stick and a broom

And the cream of the crop, hip hop, we be
Crackin the whip on the
Be pimpin the whole punk at the junk shop
shop shape [unverified]

Sloppin the side of a pig pen with the grape ape
see this, Jack o lantern panted
Planted ball that dont
Against the wall like you

Well, thanks but no thanks, pranks or no
Im a let em know they rank, bank or no bank
I would if I could but I so I aint gon stop flowin
But Ill put you up on this here yous not knowin

Damn, Acey, flay me, he hittin I aint bullshittin
Written into the fellowship, you freestyle
Meanwhile, back at the of justice
Abstract, bust this, this track for suckers

Immediately exceeding the of normality
By radically and automatically startin off
Rap with me, on, perk a little, work a little
In the nuclei, we are responding

Stimuli dim the lights, I gotta grab you
you just not knowin about flowin I can climax to
You rap too short, too long, too slow, too
You lacks on point, you wrong, you wont

Im up on a foot, youre out on a bad note
Im dope, ice, fresh, automatic, oh, yes
Creatively about how Im fadin you vocally
Your mouths not openin, man, you not knowin, damn

These niggas got me fucked up, aw, up, Abstract Rude?
Rap dude, aint fade the fresh coast
You them heavyweights, you know, what Im sayin
Ganja K, you know, what Im sayin

That dolla holla with that
Watts up, you know, Im sayin
Its like I aint even tryin to understand why people at me
With nonsense, they aint knowin

See, I it, I geared it, I steered it
I took it to the whole world and cheered it
I it, I, yes, yalled it and they feared it
I it, I outlawed it and they cleared it

Now I am I and it is it and that
But aint that a bitch? It shit
Think, it aint all that, they say
Forever and a day, to and die in L.A., California, U.S.A.

But I am a soldier
Ok, through the party
Tryin to my way
Bumped into my man, Ganja K

I gave a a pound and he lit up a J
I took a hit and a half and got and a hey
My coconut was but my vision was gray
Looked on the floor and I seen my DJ

Cool hands, grand, he knows what to play
So we headed for the booth to get the on the way
Walkin the crowd, I heard somebody say, hey
It was Mikah 9, he what up, double a?

Tryin to make my pay, tryin not to
But you know my forte, I let a dog lay
We on that old missin
In between the baboon and the man

They understand though
They even tryin to know
Check out

I and I echo old sentiments
Rudimentary tenements, house
Ricochets to small
Even all spineless jellyfish
Rhyme-less with no taste jazz

Enthusiastic, spastic
Memorabilia or acting senseless [unverified]
Miniature expenditures, spine tingling
architechtures of a [unverified]

That blockade and bust dental caps and
Hey, lets start a new business
No, not dreaming, Ill be the pincher
The by millimeter, doberman boombastic mix

Where Rotweiller while a of
traffic, autobiographic
Ethnic cleansing, benzing,
Oscars, inch by inch Deans and Costners

Who foster my rhythmic
Collectible sacks of my Mossberg and
Scope enemies enemas
Im leaving them and hopeless like the
Running victim that falls in the cinema

Huh, huh, it was three black guys
And they had skills, yeah, skills
They were like kinda, kinda funky and fresh and
Yeah, nigga, you not knowin