Luyện nghe bài hát Flexi With da Tech (Nique)

I diss batty bwoys like Buju Banton, wanton destruction
Sag my pants to stop the suction plus it's quicker I'm fuckin'
Split Dutch Master I puff izz that causes asthma as dust
Some say from NJ, to give up papes

Beef'll it street, defeat niggaz who sleep
Or reap the concrete status kick your ass my apparatus
Those who oppose this, split shit like Moses
My written is rippin' fags and the whole bit

I murder mics and decks, so check it while I wrecks it
Far from junkies keep it real because I'm hungry like the
Got more rumble than crumple chumps like they was paper
Eight for keys make G's but One of Tame these

Conjunction junction what's your function on the
My mass appeal is real I swim through beats like Navy
Irregular, my style, competitors who think they better?
I knit my skit, my Grandma's sweater

who want to inflict, harm against the charmer
Best to rest case because I wear medieval armor
To protect my subjects, my quite hard
Never could you 'cause my style's quite odd

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Plus a twenty bet, niggaz flexi wit da tech

The technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, gonna do?
The tech's technique he's a technician
One two, gonna do?

The tech's technique he's a technician
One two, whatcha do?
The tech's 'cause he's a technician
One two, gonna do?

I rip rhyme apart, I jump start on the gunner
Arrest niggaz like from the under never blunder
if I get stiff, I'm bound to catch an L
Nah, never that I'm down Tame, I'm MC El

playin' Hurricane G demos in my Walkman
I walk and I talk and read issues of The and
Check out the dreadlocks in puffin' indo
By the branch like plants and do the cypher

Then it's back to the set to write about my eps
Takin' tokes for the as I get flexi wit da tech
I whip the up like batter chatters on the verge
I sink all ships and watch you crabs

In the depths of the doper ropes to distort
All of brothers who abuse my styles I must abort
I do jobs like miles around the necks of the
I win it hands down and pants 'cause I'm vital

The tech you wanna get mad, now freak the plannin'
Plus, I flips it skip the handscans I'm when I'm splifted
Yeah, still high the ill fly, red eye a semi automatic
Artifact with knaps causin' heart

To critics and honeydips, who jeered on my
And slept when I dropped that do you wanna it?
'Cause from sun up to sundown, my are red and rundown
I still a pound if strong peeps hit the town

I'm flexible like every huxtable was fuckable
Impeccable, dispicable, on like a decimal
twice the joint jumper nicest with the mic device
Mighty like Isis, gimme boom I a crisis with the stress
Unless I'm flexi wit da tech

The tech's technique 'cause he's a
One two, whatcha do?
The technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha do?

The tech's 'cause he's a technician
One two, gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause a technician
One two, whatcha do?

One two, gonna do?
One two, gonna do?

Shut up, you're talkin' too loud, you're talkin' too
to the whole city of Newark
One two, whatcha do?
One two, whatcha do?