Luyện nghe bài hát Know The Rep

Y'all the rep, yeah, listen

My is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin' flame
And kill for the right price I got a name
My forty caliber too fresh, in aim
We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin'

I'm nice with mics there's more I like
to paralyze your left side and leave you all right
I be front of your crib with Tec-y all night
Tryin' to get them 9 millimeters up tight, listen

I'm like a Cadillac, I a battle rap
so contest you'll be out of that
Y'all know the beef is stewin', that came to ruin
You may be signed but you don't what the fuck you doin'

I make hot, I make dope raw
And send you higher than a long four-four
You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho
And slam a fool on his back and the whole floor

A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, once the are gone
This is real spit you best be warned
Tell favorite MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, the cops are gone

the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master
My mic is correct, but y'all the hands faster
See you bitch rappers I'm attackin' the
Y'all be foul cause I'm hackin' your style

I make you and your mans done
When I see both drop, I'm the cat screamin' and 1
You see me on the team dog you know the over
Stones on my wrist, and a chip on my

16's in on another hot beat
Go cop me a drop the butterscotch seats
And we better not meet, if we do you see a change
Make sure you F A C E gettin' rearranged

We up in the blacked out truck dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Mob
It's gas on the fire, any time a blaze
Squad to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade

my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat
Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme is heavy
Give me a beat, man I'll that
Spittin' heat street raps man they nod to that

What you at You R and B, man that's hardly rap
You lost the beat, man you a map
Matter fact, here's my next rap, borrow
Been off the street too long, I want my corner

You a player, you a armchair quarterback
You ride the beat like streets on a flat
play dumb, I know where you came from
You only seen buddy after the rain come

Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you
like babies suckin' tits talkin' 'bout mami cuddle
It's gon' be what it's be, you duck down
A quiet cat with a violent rap, what

A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, once the are gone
This is real street spit you be warned
Tell favorite MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, once the are gone