Luyện nghe bài hát Knuckleheadz

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

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

Then skate to the next
Further upstate, I heard got crazy weight
up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it
Let's the place before we motivate
Yo Blake, niggaz fink, rape his mate
If the bitch scream, for sake, grab the grey tape
It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the
Killer snakes, four bodies floatin in lakes
related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't make it
Hits a trace, never seen the Big see Rae and Ghostface
Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an

The rap is on rap chrome
Put it on seal it on, we're
Spark it on your
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, in these rap quarter inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap defense
microphone professional, sensational
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 like the
Mafia, sippin pastas
in the house tellin the seeds about the sagas
Before we got Germanic and got sporadic
We grabbed golden and quick guarded the Abbots
hit the belly put tones into the telly
Sucker tried to me out the box like skelly
I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two
Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair
The boss, takin no loss, excessive force
We can play the A-Train, back of the horse