Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

I waste like time
Who wanna know the incredible original
Burnin mc's at of five-hundred farenheit
Drop em back to celsius, lord help me it's
Pop like on 40 o-z's
cheese, while you sweat me for the proceeds
I survived I strived
Then I back my fist and punch 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 buck you with my gun,
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, haffa come down raw
Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the my style is fat
Just say, no, no, sucker mc's know they rhymes are
Just say, oh take your shot, lemme 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 still rap, and yo' ass is still
Who's that nigga the booyaka?
It's the one and only and I'm doin ya
daily, always pack a half ounce g
Put springs in your boots and still outbounce me
(check one two check tree)
Check as many as you want, but come check me,

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

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

Rock, the body body, the body body
wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy daddy
The I use, steps on blue suede shoes
I guzzle brews mic check one two
I and bake the world, rearrange
Like the chemical jheri curl, drink til I
up* excuse 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 fights and pipes
Niggaz my steelo I'm 40 below
Deep flow, act like you know
Infrared beams, jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and makes me fiend I'm mean like joe greene
with a team, on point like the damn laser beam
It ain't no dream
I pull styles out my ass doodoo (shit)
Nine makes mc's quick flick the bic to the izz
Light, pull smoke, blow it in area
With jaws, a pitbull terrier
I instrumentals with fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no
With the device I'm nice, if the price is
I the motherfucker up all night
Bomb diddy ba dang a dang
I got like wu-tang not many can hang

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

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