Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

I waste like time
Who know the incredible original nine
mc's at degrees of five-hundred farenheit
Drop em back to celsius, lord help me insane
Pop tops on 40 o-z's
Make cheese, while you sweat me for the
I survived I strived
Then I back my fist and punch out ya insides
left, cause nine got rights
I tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you make me you with my gun, baby
I'm of playing all these games
It seems like i-yah can't get out anymore
My name is and your name is mud
When I down, i-yah haffa come down raw
Just say, ohh, ohh, 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, see whatcha got
Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, like 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 nigga with the booyaka?
It's the one and only nine and I'm ya
Weeded daily, pack a half ounce g
Put in your boots and still can't outbounce me
(check one check two tree)
Check as many as you want, but come check me,

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

Oh God I got da
grab 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
Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy
The format I use, steps on suede shoes
I guzzle brews then mic one two
I shake and the world, rearrange
the chemical jheri curl, drink til I earl
*throws up* me, where was i? stay fly
ran, never will, do or die
Chocolate got me lifted
No mistake, hit a earthquake, son I'm gifted
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 know
beams, baggy jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and makes me fiend I'm mean like joe greene
Down with a team, on point like the damn laser
It ain't no fuckin
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
the device I'm nice, if the price is right
I tear the up all night
Bomb diddy bomb ba a dang
I got like wu-tang not many can hang

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

Bob lewis, nine, tony stoute, al
The crew, is in
You cannot this
Protect fuckin neck