Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

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

nine (repeat 2x)

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

Rock, the body body, rock the body
wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy daddy
The format I use, steps on suede shoes
I brews then mic check one two
I and bake the world, rearrange
Like the chemical jheri curl, drink til I
*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, with street fights and chalice pipes
know my steelo I'm 40 below
Deep flow, act like you know
beams, baggy jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I'm mean like joe
Down with a team, on like the damn laser beam
It no fuckin dream
I pull styles out my ass doodoo (shit)
Nine makes mc's quick flick the bic to the izz
Light, pull smoke, it in your area
With jaws, a pitbull terrier
I attack instrumentals fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no
With the device I'm nice, if the is right
I tear the motherfucker up all
Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a
I got slang 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 niggaz who was
Now's wake-up call, punk..

Bob lewis, nine, tony stoute, al
The crew, is in
You cannot stop
your fuckin neck