Luyện nghe bài hát Knuckleheadz

Lay on the crime scene, sippin wines
Pullin nines on, UFO's, they fly clothes
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 like a Get Smart secret agent
In a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony in a daze and
Rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will it up
We like to go and fuck with Noodles
Havin them on the lockdown buyin me
Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin
Rap niggaz on dust and
Yo, I told you, some rob and fold
The gold's untold, fuck it it beats
So marvelous, soul controller
Of the whole globe, god I got it sewn
And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase
And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin
And get caught, save the inflatable
Rap relatable, relatable
Niggaz here to with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler to spot sellers
Guns and glocks go to who got props
On top, niggaz get mad bigger
And yo, a guy about a hundred pictures
Word to momma, this rap wonderama got drama
Comma, plus smoke marijuana
Chef may to boat across the Farasana
plus all my guns so accurate
They get CREAM and the in Queens
I told you, money stated with the night beams, and two

Who's the Knucklehead, respect?
Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well
Lead singer, humdinger, is the aftermath
his photograph
Run up in his lab, off the mask Chaz and think fast
Don't laugh, bag the cash, the hash, don't forget his stash
Grab the gas, and place it in his face fast
The full

Then skate to the next
Further upstate, I heard they got weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like breaks
Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it
Let's the place before we motivate
Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his
If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the tape
It's by the plate, with the crushed up with the flakes
Killer snakes, four found floatin in lakes
Drug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't it
Hits a trace, never seen the Big see Rae and Ghostface
Chef, let's celebrate 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 word is 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 inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword
These microphone professional,
operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play with you
You know the steez you my whole program
Brothers the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
Guns and grams, livin fat like the
Mafia, sippin pastas
Layin in the house the seeds about the sagas
we got Germanic and thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed golden and quick guarded the Abbots
hit the belly put tones into the telly
Sucker to knock me out the box like skelly
I smoke the dreams I drop top two degrees
spendin G's on nails and hair weave
The crime boss, takin no loss, excessive
We can play the A-Train, back of the iron