Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

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

Rock, the body body, the body body
Nine wants a that treats me like I'm daddy daddy
The format I use, on blue suede shoes
I guzzle then mic check one two
I shake and bake the world,
the chemical jheri curl, drink til I earl
*throws up* 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, came up in
I rock mics, down with street and chalice pipes
Niggaz know my I'm 40 below
Deep flow, act like you fuckin
Infrared beams, jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and nicotine makes me I'm mean like joe greene
Down with a team, on point the damn 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, pull smoke, blow it in area
jaws, like a pitbull terrier
I attack with fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no
the device I'm nice, if the price is right
I tear the motherfucker up all
diddy bomb ba dang a dang
I got slang like not many can hang

For who are unaware
This is another fed warning
To all wack, ass, punk ass crews
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 fuckin neck