Luyện nghe bài hát Knownots

This goes out to everybody in the whole world
Fresh coast rowdy
We dont represent out west we
We out

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

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

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

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

'Cause you dont know but you dont hear me
Yo, check out
My body in the raps
And snaps like a wild in a trap

Better watch your manners, boy and give me room
Im servin shit, tune
And like a ticklish baboon
On the way to the moon with a stick and a

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

Sloppin the of a pig pen with the grape ape baboon
Wanna see this, Jack o lantern
Planted ball that bounce
Against the wall you think

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

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

Immediately exceeding the reality of
By and automatically startin off rapidly
Rap me, come on, perk a little, work a little
In the nuclei, we are responding

Stimuli dim the lights, I really grab you
'Cause you just not knowin flowin I can climax to
You rap too short, too long, too slow, too
You lacks on point, you wrong, you last

Im up on a good foot, youre out on a bad
Im dope, ice, fresh, automatic, oh, yes
talkin 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 nobody fade the fresh
You know them heavyweights, you know, Im sayin
That K, you know, what Im sayin

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

See, I engineered it, I geared it, I it
I took it to the whole and everybody cheered it
I hauled it, I, yes, it and they feared it
I called it, I outlawed it and they it

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

But I am a universal
Ok, walkin through the
to find my way
Bumped my main 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 was mellow but my vision was gray
Looked on the dance and I seen my DJ

Cool hands, [unverified] grand, he knows what to
So we headed for the to get the party on the way
Walkin through the crowd, I somebody say, hey
It was Mikah 9, he said what up, a?

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

dont understand though
They even tryin to know
Check out

I and I echo with old
tenements, house reverberates
Ricochets to invertebrates
all these spineless jellyfish
Rhyme-less bass with no taste

Enthusiastic, spastic
Memorabilia or [unverified] senseless [unverified]
Miniature expenditures, spine adventures
Keenly architechtures of a

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

Where while a rhyme of
Graffiti traffic,
cleansing, benzing, lacing
Culture Oscars, inch by Deans and Costners

Who my rhythmic memories
Collectible sacks of my and telebeam
Scope with enemas
Im leaving them helpless and hopeless the
Running victim that falls in the scary

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