Luyện nghe bài hát Knuckleheadz

Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine
Pullin nines on, UFO's, they fly clothes
They closed, we gettin loot
No doubt, check the of mouth, unheard about
Guns go off and now a bout
I'm out
My play the part like a Get Smart secret agent
In a and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and
Rhymin, my Lou Diamond will wrap it up
We like Meth to go and fuck 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 parole
So stroll marvelous, soul
Of the whole globe, god I got it sewn
And yo, whattup pop, pop the high
And we can talk, you can out the fuckin building
And get caught, save the fully
Rap relatable, drug
Niggaz to play with you
A dollar Rottweiler goes to spot sellers
Guns and go to niggaz who got props
On top, jail niggaz get mad
And yo, mail a guy about a pictures
Word to momma, this rap team got drama
Comma, smoke realize marijuana
Chef may resign to boat the Farasana
plus all my guns so accurate
They get CREAM and the in Queens
I told you, money stated with the beams, and two rings

Who's the Knucklehead, respect?
Chop his in the drug game, money well known
Lead singer, humdinger, is the aftermath
Here's his
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 blast

Then to the next state
Further upstate, I heard they got crazy
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like breaks
Yo out for Jakes, give it all it takes
Let's burn the place we motivate
Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his
If the bitch scream, for sake, grab the grey tape
by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes
Killer snakes, four bodies floatin in lakes
Drug related, paper talkin the kids who didn't make it
Hits without a trace, never the Big see Rae and Ghostface
Congratulations Chef, celebrate and sip an eighth

The rap scar is on rap
Put it on it on, we're silicone
Spark it on your
This rap phenomenon, to is bond to the arms
Hit me on the hip and horns, rap
Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw
out the door, bones but
Your fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword
These microphone professional,
operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play with you
You know the you know my whole program
Brothers the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
and grams, livin fat like the Hoffa
Mafia, sippin pastas
Layin in the house tellin the about the sagas
we got Germanic and thoughts got sporadic
We golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots
Slugs hit the belly put tones into the
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, excessive
We can play the A-Train, back of the iron