Luyện nghe bài hát 31 Bumrush

My off the hook look, leaves my shook
No matter what you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke
a whole click out and had the sound man flippin'
Kickin' wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz the writtens

Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass
if they try to flip like ashes, I'm never passive
As is, yo, you see the flow yo happened
Check out them rappin'

The of the crowd be showin' me love like Cupid
it back, shit slams like I dished off to Shaq
My crew stay with battle raps on cap
We ready to clap on chaps who make up you sucker rap acts

I'm intact with facts, MC's can't compete with these
And Shawn JP with the beats,
Talents, balance, styles
With the vocabulary, no buries

We know on rapper's theatrics
Only a few can freak status, Artifacts
Can from here to Dalls, leavin' you to clean up
Like Alice, shit's thick like smoke from out the

The weak we embarrass, showin' no pity on city
We either play you or have you taped in like MIDI, who?
The Brick City Committee comin' through a nigga
This round's for all our niggaz didn't get down yet

Ashes to ashes, dust to from off the back of the bus
The 31 bumrush crews we breeze
You don't know, you to tell the sound man
touch nothin' but the EQ

Ashes to ashes, to dust from off the back of the bus
The 31 bumrush crews we breeze
You don't know, you to tell the sound man
touch nothin' but the EQ

Deafenin' lethal weapon steppin' with the
Seekin' through your sale racks and all mall cops
In to win, tall like Paul Bunyan, the bass line's
Meanin' that the notty nigguz comin'

Lights, camera, act you wanna bring the drama
I it hotter than all of Atlanta, ready to act up
My Hooter ville is swingin' upon ya son
Gunnin' for under the name of Tame One

Yo, eyes focused, ready to toke it
You'll choke on my skit, your is to quit
Flip scripts, the winner takin' out all beginners?
In an instant, my style's and stain resistant

The E&J sipper blunt ripper nigga flips bitch ass
With effects, we go to war like George Lucas
Sam and we be the mister man simply put
Your twelve inch could barely make a

We got bombs, my told me no when I was younger
But I told her, I cry on no shoulders, I'm a soldier
Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd Ayatollah
Check the folder, here we, go check it out now

Now you got the scoop, the Guess troop low
On the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh
You see the structure, builder,
another with the skills that I muster
Up you check the rhyme forte
Artifacts, One and MC El the Sensai

Ashes to ashes, to dust from off the back of the bus
The 31 crews we breeze through
You don't know, you to tell the sound man
Don't touch but the EQ

to ashes, dust to dust from off the back of the bus
The 31 bumrush we breeze through
You know, you need to tell the sound man
touch nothin' but the EQ