Luyện nghe bài hát Knuckleheadz

Lay on the crime scene, sippin wines
Pullin nines on, UFO's, they fly clothes
They eyes closed, we loot
No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard
go off and now a murder bout
I'm out
My play the part like a Get Smart secret agent
In a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony in a daze and
Rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will it up
We like to go and fuck with Noodles
Havin poodles on the lockdown buyin me
Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin
Rap on dust and wools
Yo, I you, some kill rob and fold
The gold's untold, it it beats 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 out the fuckin building
And get caught, save the inflatable
Rap relatable, drug
Niggaz here to with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot
and glocks go to niggaz who got props
On top, jail niggaz get mad
And yo, a guy about a hundred pictures
Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got
Comma, plus smoke realize
Chef may resign to across the Farasana
plus all my guns so accurate
They get CREAM and the cuisine in
I told you, money stated with the beams, and two rings

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

Then skate to the state
Further upstate, I heard got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates disco breaks
Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it
Let's burn the before we motivate
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 crushed up with the
Killer snakes, four bodies floatin in lakes
related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't make it
Hits without a trace, never seen the Big see Rae and
Congratulations Chef, let's and sip an eighth

The rap is on rap chrome
Put it on seal it on, we're
Spark it on Talkathon
This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the
Hit me on the hip and horns, rap
tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones
Blowin out the door, but
rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on rap sword defense
These microphone professional,
Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to with you
You know the you know my whole program
Brothers the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
and grams, livin fat like the Hoffa
Mafia, sippin eatin
Layin in the tellin the seeds about the sagas
Before we got and thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the
Slugs hit the belly put tones into the
Sucker tried to knock me out the box skelly
I smoke the dreams I drop top two degrees
spendin G's on nails and hair weave
The crime boss, takin no loss, excessive
We can play the A-Train, back of the iron