Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

I waste like time
Who wanna know the original nine
Burnin at degrees of five-hundred farenheit
Drop em back to celsius, help me it's insane
Pop like on 40 o-z's
Make cheese, while you me for the proceeds
I cause I strived
Then I cock my fist and punch out ya insides
left, cause nine got rights
I squeeze tecs like spandex mad (right right)
One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun,
I'm tired of all these games
It seems like i-yah can't get out anymore
My name is nine and your is mud
When I come down, i-yah haffa down raw
say, ohh, ohh, listen to the nine my style is fat
Just say, no, no, sucker mc's they rhymes are wack
say, oh take your best 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
Still fat, black
I rap, and yo' ass is still wack
that nigga with the booyaka?
It's the one and only and I'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half g
Put springs in your boots and can't outbounce me
(check one two check tree)
Check as many as you want, but check me, n-i-n-e

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

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

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

For who are unaware
This is another fed production
To all wack, ass, punk ass crews
And all you industry who was sleeping
your wake-up call, punk..

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