Luyện nghe bài hát Flexi With da Tech (Nique)

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

Beef'll keep it street, niggaz who sleep
Or reap the concrete kick your ass with my apparatus
Those who oppose this, split their shit like
My written tabs is fags and the whole bit

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

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

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

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Plus a twenty dollar bet, niggaz flexi wit da

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

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

I rip charts apart, I jump start on the gunner
niggaz like Honda from the under never blunder
Wonder if I get stiff, I'm bound to an L
Nah, never I'm down with 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 and do the cypher dance

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

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

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

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

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

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

One two, whatcha 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?