Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

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

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

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

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

For those who are
This is fed production warning
To all wack, sucker ass, ass crews
And all you niggaz who was sleeping
your wake-up call, punk..

Bob lewis, nine, stoute, al blount
The crew, is in
You stop this
your fuckin neck