Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

I mc's like time
Who wanna know the original nine
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 sweat me for the
I survived I strived
Then I back my fist and punch out ya insides
Who's left, nine got rights
I tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, you make me buck you with my gun, baby
I'm tired of playing all these
It like i-yah can't get time out anymore
My is nine and your name is mud
When I come down, i-yah haffa down raw
Just say, ohh, ohh, to the nine my style is fat
say, no, no, sucker mc's know they rhymes are wack
Just say, oh take best shot, lemme 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
fat, still black
I still rap, and yo' ass is wack
Who's that nigga with the
It's the one and nine and I'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a ounce g
Put springs in boots and still can't outbounce me
(check one two check tree)
Check as many as you want, but check me, n-i-n-e

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, rock the body body
Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy
The format I use, steps on blue 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
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, down street fights and chalice pipes
Niggaz know my steelo I'm 40
flow, act like you fuckin know
Infrared beams, jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and makes me fiend I'm mean like joe greene
Down a team, on point like the damn laser beam
It ain't no fuckin
I pull styles out my ass doodoo (shit)
Nine makes mc's 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
the device I'm nice, if the price is right
I tear the up all night
Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a
I got slang like wu-tang not many can

For who are unaware
This is another fed production
To all wack, sucker ass, punk ass
And all you niggaz who was sleeping
Now's wake-up call, punk..

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