Luyện nghe bài hát Knuckleheadz

Lay on the scene, sippin fine wines
Pullin nines on, UFO's, they fly clothes
eyes closed, we gettin loot
No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard
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 Lou Diamond will wrap it up
We like to go and fuck with Noodles
Havin poodles on the lockdown buyin me
Amarett-ahs, and chewables, pharmecuetical
Rap on dust and wools
Yo, I told you, some rob and fold
The gold's untold, fuck it it parole
So marvelous, soul controller
Of the globe, god damn I got it sewn
And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase
And we can talk, you can walk out the building
And get caught, the fully inflatable
Rap relatable, drug
Niggaz here to play you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to sellers
and glocks go to niggaz who got props
On top, jail get mad bigger
And yo, mail a guy about a hundred
Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got
Comma, plus smoke marijuana
Chef may resign to boat 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

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

skate to the next state
Further upstate, I heard got crazy weight
up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo look out for Jakes, it all it takes
Let's burn the place before we
Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, his mate
If the bitch scream, for God's sake, the grey tape
It's by the plate, with the blow up with the flakes
snakes, four 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 scar is on rap
Put it on it on, we're silicone
it on your Talkathon
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 rap's fraudulent, float in these rap inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword
microphone professional, sensational
Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ to play with you
You know the you know my whole program
Brothers the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
Guns and grams, livin fat like the
Mafia, eatin pastas
Layin in the house the seeds about the sagas
Before we got Germanic and thoughts got
We grabbed golden and quick guarded the Abbots
Slugs hit the belly put tones the telly
Sucker tried to knock me out the box skelly
I the weed dreams I drop top two degrees
Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair
The crime boss, no loss, excessive force
We can the A-Train, back of the iron horse