Luyện nghe bài hát Knuckleheadz

Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine
Pullin nines on, UFO's, takin they fly
They eyes closed, we loot
No doubt, check the 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 maze and, blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and
Rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will it up
We like Meth to go and with Noodles
Havin them poodles on the buyin me
Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin
Rap niggaz on and wools
Yo, I told you, some kill rob and
The gold's untold, fuck it it parole
So marvelous, soul controller
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 building
And get caught, save the fully
Rap relatable, drug
here to play with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to sellers
Guns and glocks go to who got props
On top, niggaz get mad bigger
And yo, mail a guy about a hundred
Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got
Comma, smoke realize marijuana
Chef may to boat across the Farasana
Immaculate plus all my so accurate
They get and the cuisine in Queens
I told you, money stated the night beams, and two rings

Who's the Knucklehead, respect?
Chop his fingers in the game, money well known
Lead singer, humdinger, is the aftermath
Here's his
Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think
laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash
Grab the tear gas, and it in his face fast
The blast

skate to the next state
Further upstate, I heard they got crazy
Bagged up by the gates, in crates disco breaks
Yo look out for Jakes, it all it takes
Let's burn the place before we
Yo Blake, don't fink, rape his mate
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 bodies floatin in lakes
Drug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't it
Hits without a trace, 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, silicone
Spark it on 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 fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches
with suspense, be on your rap sword defense
These microphone professional,
Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play you
You know the steez you my whole program
Brothers from the No-Lands, all we is the G's
and grams, livin fat like the Hoffa
Mafia, sippin pastas
Layin in the house the seeds about the sagas
Before we got and thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed golden tablets and quick 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 top two degrees
Honeydips spendin G's on nails and weave
The crime boss, takin no loss, force
We can play the A-Train, of the iron horse