Luyện nghe bài hát Flexi With da Tech (Nique)

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

keep it street, defeat niggaz who sleep
Or the concrete status kick your ass with my apparatus
Those who oppose this, split their shit Moses
My tabs is rippin' fags and the whole bit

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

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

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

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Plus a twenty dollar bet, niggaz wit da tech

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

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

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

Lately playin' Hurricane G in my Walkman
I and I talk and read issues of The Source and
Check out the in Bedrock puffin' indo
By the like plants and do the cypher dance

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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