Luyện nghe bài hát Flexi With da Tech (Nique)

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

Beef'll keep it street, niggaz who sleep
Or reap the concrete status kick your ass with my
Those who oppose this, their 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 it real because I'm hungry like the Bundy's
Got more rumble than thunder chumps like they was paper
Eight for keys make G's but One of made these

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

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

Select the best concepts, to rhyme text
Plus a twenty dollar bet, flexi wit da tech

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm like every female huxtable was fuckable
Impeccable, dispicable, on point a decimal
Point twice the joint nicest with the mic device
Mighty like Isis, gimme boom I rips a crisis the stress
Unless I'm gettin' wit da tech

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

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

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

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