Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

I waste mc's like
Who wanna the incredible original nine
Burnin mc's at degrees of five-hundred
Drop em back to celsius, lord help me it's
Pop like on 40 o-z's
Make cheese, while you me for the proceeds
I survived I strived
Then I cock back my fist and out ya insides
Who's left, nine got rights
I squeeze tecs like mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you make me buck you my gun, baby
I'm tired of playing all games
It seems like i-yah can't get out anymore
My is nine and your name is mud
I come down, i-yah haffa come down raw
Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the nine my is fat
Just say, no, no, sucker mc's they rhymes are wack
Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see got
got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop
Oh lord, I got the drop, the blood claat
Non-stop, pop pop pop pop the gat
Still fat, black
I still rap, and yo' ass is wack
Who's that with the booyaka?
It's the one and only nine and I'm ya
Weeded daily, always pack a ounce g
Put springs in your boots and still can't me
(check one check two tree)
as many as you want, but come check me, n-i-n-e

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

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

Rock, the body body, rock the body
Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy
The format I use, steps on blue suede
I guzzle then mic check one two
I and bake the world, rearrange
Like the chemical jheri curl, drink til I
*throws up* 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, up in lights
I rock mics, down with fights and chalice pipes
Niggaz know my I'm 40 below
Deep flow, act like you fuckin
Infrared beams, jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I'm mean joe greene
Down with a team, on point like the damn laser
It ain't no fuckin
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 your
With jaws, like a pitbull
I attack instrumentals fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no
With the I'm nice, if the price is right
I the motherfucker up all night
Bomb diddy ba dang a dang
I got slang like 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, stoute, al blount
The crew, is in
You cannot stop
Protect fuckin neck