Luyện nghe bài hát Da Fundamentalz

I mc's like time
Who wanna know the incredible nine
Burnin mc's at of five-hundred farenheit
Drop em back to celsius, lord me it's insane
Pop tops on 40 o-z's
Make cheese, while you sweat me for the
I survived cause I
Then I cock back my and punch out ya insides
Who's left, cause got rights
I squeeze tecs like spandex mad (right right)
One on one, don't you me buck you with my gun, baby
I'm tired of playing all these
It seems like i-yah get time out anymore
My is nine and your name is mud
When I come down, i-yah come down raw
Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the nine my 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, shot the claat
Non-stop, pop pop pop pop the gat
Still fat, black
I still rap, and yo' ass is wack
Who's that nigga with the
It's the one and nine and I'm doin ya
Weeded daily, pack a half ounce g
Put in your boots and still can't outbounce 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
grab the mic and rip up a instrumental
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 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,
Like the chemical jheri curl, drink til I
*throws up* excuse me, where was i? fly
Never ran, will, do or die
Chocolate got me lifted
No mistake, hit like a earthquake, son I'm
N-i-n-e, up in lights
I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice
Niggaz know my steelo I'm 40
Deep flow, act like you fuckin
beams, baggy jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I'm mean like joe
Down a team, on point like the damn laser beam
It ain't no dream
I styles out my ass like doodoo (shit)
Nine makes mc's quick flick the bic to the izz
Light, pull smoke, blow it in area
jaws, like a pitbull terrier
I attack instrumentals fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no
With the device I'm nice, if the price is
I tear the up all night
Bomb diddy bomb ba a dang
I got like wu-tang not many can hang

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

Bob lewis, nine, stoute, al blount
The crew, is in
You cannot this
Protect fuckin neck