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 when I'm fuckin'
Split Dutch Master faster I puff izz causes asthma as dust
Some say from NJ, quick to give up

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

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

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

who want to inflict, harm against the charmer
Best to rest their case I wear 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 flexi wit da

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

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

I rip rhyme charts apart, I jump start on the
Arrest like Honda from the under never blunder
Wonder if I get stiff, I'm bound to an L
Nah, that I'm down 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 dreadlocks in puffin' indo
By the branch like plants and do the cypher

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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