Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

I waste like time
Who wanna know the incredible nine
Burnin mc's at degrees of five-hundred
em back to celsius, lord help me it's insane
Pop like tops on 40
Make cheese, while you sweat me for the
I survived cause I
Then I cock back my fist and punch out ya
Who's left, nine got rights
I tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you 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
I come down, i-yah haffa come 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 your best shot, see whatcha got
Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, like cop
Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood
Non-stop, pop pop pop pop the gat
Still fat, still
I still rap, and yo' ass is still
Who's that nigga with the
the one and only nine and I'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a ounce g
Put springs in your boots and can't outbounce me
(check one two check tree)
Check as many as you want, but check me, n-i-n-e

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

Oh God I got da
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Oh God I got da
grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

Rock, the body, rock the body body
wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy daddy
The format I use, steps on blue shoes
I guzzle brews mic check one two
I and bake the world, rearrange
Like the jheri curl, drink til I earl
up* excuse 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 street fights and chalice pipes
Niggaz know my steelo I'm 40
Deep flow, act like you fuckin
Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic
Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I'm mean like joe
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, smoke, blow it in your area
With jaws, a pitbull terrier
I attack with fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no
With the device I'm nice, if the is right
I tear the motherfucker up all
Bomb diddy bomb ba a dang
I got slang wu-tang not many can hang

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

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