Luyện nghe bài hát Knuckleheadz

Lay on the crime scene, fine wines
Pullin nines on, UFO's, takin they fly
They eyes closed, we loot
No doubt, the word of mouth, unheard about
Guns go off and now a bout
I'm out
My raps play the part like a Get Smart agent
In a and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and
Rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will it up
We like Meth to go and fuck Noodles
Havin poodles on the lockdown buyin me
Amarett-ahs, and chewables, pharmecuetical
Rap niggaz on and wools
Yo, I told you, some rob and fold
The untold, fuck it it beats parole
So stroll marvelous, soul
Of the whole globe, god I got it sewn
And yo, pop, pop the suitcase high
And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin
And get caught, the fully inflatable
Rap relatable, relatable
here to play with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to sellers
Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got
On top, jail get mad bigger
And yo, mail a guy about a pictures
Word to momma, this rap wonderama got drama
Comma, plus realize marijuana
may resign to boat across the Farasana
Immaculate plus all my guns so
They get CREAM and the in Queens
I told you, stated with the night beams, and two rings

the Knucklehead, wantin respect?
Chop his fingers in the game, money well known
Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the
Here's his
Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and fast
Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't his stash
Grab the tear gas, and place it in his fast
The full

Then skate to the next
Further upstate, I heard they got weight
up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo out for Jakes, give it all it takes
Let's burn the place before we
Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his
If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey
It's by the plate, with the crushed up with the flakes
Killer snakes, bodies found floatin in lakes
Drug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't it
without a trace, never seen the Big see Rae and Ghostface
Congratulations Chef, let's and sip an eighth

The rap is on rap chrome
Put it on seal it on, we're
it on your Talkathon
This rap phenomenon, to is bond to the arms
Hit me on the hip and horns, rap
tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones
Blowin out the door, but
Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter
Reinforced suspense, be on your rap sword defense
These microphone professional,
Fully operational, I got here to play with you
You the steez you know my whole program
from the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
Guns and grams, livin fat the Hoffa
Mafia, sippin eatin
in the house tellin the seeds about the sagas
Before we got and thoughts got sporadic
We golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots
Slugs hit the belly put into the telly
Sucker tried to knock me out the box skelly
I smoke the dreams I drop top two degrees
spendin G's on nails and hair weave
The crime boss, takin no loss, force
We can play the A-Train, back of the iron