Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

I waste like time
Who wanna the incredible original nine
Burnin mc's at of five-hundred farenheit
Drop em to celsius, lord help me it's insane
Pop like on 40 o-z's
Make cheese, you sweat me for the proceeds
I survived I strived
Then I cock back my and punch out ya insides
left, cause nine got rights
I tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you me buck you with my gun, baby
I'm tired of playing all games
It seems i-yah can't get time out anymore
My name is nine and name is mud
When I come down, i-yah come down raw
Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the nine my is fat
Just say, no, no, sucker mc's know rhymes are wack
Just say, oh take your shot, lemme see whatcha got
Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot cop
Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the claat
Non-stop, pop pop pop pop the gat
fat, still black
I still rap, and yo' ass is still
Who's nigga with the booyaka?
the one and only nine and I'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a ounce g
Put springs in your boots and still can't me
(check one two check tree)
Check as many as you want, but come check me,

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

Oh God I got da
Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a
Oh God I got da
grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

Rock, the body body, rock the body
Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy
The I use, steps on blue suede shoes
I guzzle brews then mic one two
I and bake the world, rearrange
Like the chemical jheri curl, til I earl
*throws up* excuse me, was i? stay fly
Never ran, will, do or die
Chocolate got me lifted
No mistake, hit a earthquake, son I'm gifted
N-i-n-e, came up in
I rock mics, with street fights and chalice pipes
Niggaz know my steelo I'm 40
Deep flow, act like you fuckin
Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic
and nicotine makes me fiend I'm mean like joe greene
Down with a team, on point like the laser beam
It no fuckin dream
I styles out my ass like doodoo (shit)
Nine mc's quick quick flick the bic to the izz
Light, smoke, blow it in your area
With jaws, like a terrier
I instrumentals with fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no
the device I'm nice, if the price is right
I tear the motherfucker up all
Bomb bomb ba dang a dang
I got like wu-tang not many can hang

For those who are
This is another fed warning
To all wack, sucker ass, punk ass
And all you niggaz who was sleeping
Now's your call, punk..

Bob lewis, nine, tony stoute, al
The crew, is in
You cannot this
Protect fuckin neck