Luyện nghe bài hát Knownots

This goes out to in the whole wide world
Fresh coast rowdy
We represent out west we signifyin
We out

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

Check it out, people, you are
Whoever you with, where you at
Where ever you from, where 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 'cause Im fit to drop a bug in your ear
See what we have here is, uh, ruh,
The ill type shit you fear

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

'Cause you dont but you dont hear me though
Yo, this 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 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 the whole punk block at the junk shop
shop shape [unverified]

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

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

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

exceeding the reality of normality
By radically and automatically startin off
Rap me, come on, perk a little, work a little
In the middle nuclei, we are

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

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

These niggas got me fucked up, aw, up, Abstract Rude?
Rap dude, aint nobody fade the coast
You know them heavyweights, you know, Im sayin
That Ganja K, you know, what Im

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

See, I engineered it, I geared it, I it
I took it to the world and everybody cheered it
I hauled it, I, yes, yalled it and they it
I it, I outlawed it and they cleared it

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

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

I a nigga 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 floor and I 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 heard say, hey
It was 9, he said what up, double a?

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

They understand though
They aint tryin to know
Check out

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

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

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

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

Who my rhythmic memories
Collectible sacks of my Mossberg and
Scope enemies enemas
Im them helpless and hopeless like the
Running victim falls in the scary cinema

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