Luyện nghe bài hát Flexi With da Tech (Nique)

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

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

I mics and tape 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 like they was paper
Eight for make G's but One of Tame made these

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

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

Select the best concepts, context to rhyme
a twenty dollar bet, niggaz flexi wit da tech

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm flexible like every female huxtable was
Impeccable, dispicable, on like a decimal
Point twice the joint jumper nicest with the mic
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, gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a
One two, whatcha do?

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