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 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 status kick your ass with my apparatus
Those who oppose this, their shit like Moses
My tabs is rippin' fags and the whole bit

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

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

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

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Plus a twenty dollar bet, flexi wit da tech

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To critics and honeydips, who jeered on my
And slept when I dropped do you wanna hear it?
'Cause from sun up to sundown, my 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 jumper with the mic device
Mighty like Isis, gimme boom I rips a crisis the stress
I'm gettin' 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 'cause a technician
One two, whatcha do?
The tech's 'cause he's a technician
One two, gonna do?

One two, whatcha 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, gonna do?