Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

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

nine (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, rock the body body
Nine wants a hottie that treats me I'm daddy daddy
The format I use, on blue suede shoes
I guzzle brews mic check one two
I and bake the world, rearrange
Like the jheri curl, drink til I earl
up* excuse me, where was i? stay fly
Never ran, will, do or die
Chocolate thai got me
No mistake, hit like a earthquake, son I'm
N-i-n-e, up in lights
I rock mics, with street fights and chalice pipes
know my steelo I'm 40 below
Deep flow, act like you know
Infrared beams, jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and nicotine me fiend I'm mean like joe greene
Down with a team, on point like the laser beam
It ain't no fuckin
I pull styles out my ass doodoo (shit)
Nine makes quick quick flick the bic to the izz
Light, smoke, blow it in your area
With jaws, like a pitbull
I attack instrumentals fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no
With the I'm nice, if the price is right
I tear the up all night
diddy bomb ba dang a dang
I got like wu-tang not many can hang

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

Bob lewis, nine, stoute, al blount
The crew, is in
You cannot this
Protect your neck