Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

I waste like time
Who know the incredible original nine
Burnin at degrees of five-hundred farenheit
Drop em to celsius, lord help me it's insane
Pop tops on 40 o-z's
cheese, while you sweat me for the proceeds
I survived I strived
Then I cock back my fist and out ya insides
Who's left, cause got rights
I tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun,
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 down raw
say, ohh, ohh, listen to the nine my style is fat
Just say, no, no, sucker mc's know they rhymes are
say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha got
Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot cop
Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood
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?
the one and only nine and I'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always a half ounce g
Put springs in boots and still 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
grab the mic and rip up a instrumental
Oh God I got da
Nine'll 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, on blue suede shoes
I guzzle then mic check one two
I and bake the world, rearrange
Like the chemical curl, drink til I earl
*throws up* excuse me, was i? stay fly
ran, never 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 street fights and chalice
know my steelo I'm 40 below
Deep flow, act like you know
Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic
Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I'm mean like joe
Down with a team, on point like the damn beam
It ain't no dream
I pull styles out my ass like (shit)
makes mc's quick quick flick the bic to the izz
Light, pull smoke, blow it in your
jaws, like a pitbull terrier
I attack instrumentals fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no
With the 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 who are unaware
is another fed production warning
To all wack, sucker ass, punk ass
And all you niggaz who was sleeping
Now's your call, punk..

Bob lewis, nine, stoute, al blount
The crew, is in
You stop this
your fuckin neck