Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

I waste mc's time
Who know the incredible original nine
mc's at degrees of five-hundred farenheit
Drop em back to celsius, help me it's insane
Pop like on 40 o-z's
cheese, while you sweat me for the proceeds
I cause I strived
Then I cock back my fist and punch out ya
Who's left, nine got rights
I squeeze tecs like spandex mad (right right)
One on one, you make me buck you with my gun, baby
I'm tired of playing all these
It seems like can't get time out anymore
My name is and your name 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
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
Still fat, still
I rap, and yo' ass is still wack
Who's that with the booyaka?
It's the one and only nine and I'm ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half g
Put springs in your boots and still can't me
(check one two check tree)
Check as as you want, but come check me, n-i-n-e

nine (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 that treats me like I'm daddy daddy
The format I use, steps on suede shoes
I guzzle brews 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 a earthquake, son I'm gifted
N-i-n-e, up in lights
I rock mics, down with fights and chalice pipes
Niggaz know my I'm 40 below
flow, act like you fuckin know
Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic
Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I'm mean joe greene
Down with a team, on point the damn laser beam
It ain't no fuckin
I pull styles out my ass like (shit)
Nine makes mc's quick flick the bic to the izz
Light, pull smoke, it in your area
jaws, like a pitbull terrier
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
diddy bomb ba dang a dang
I got slang wu-tang not many can hang

For those who are
This is another fed warning
To all wack, ass, punk ass crews
And all you niggaz who was sleeping
Now's your call, punk..

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