Luyện nghe bài hát Flexi With da Tech (Nique)

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

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

I murder mics and decks, so check it while I wrecks it
Far from junkies keep it real because I'm hungry the Bundy's
Got more rumble than thunder chumps 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 Navy Seals
Irregular, my style, suckers competitors who they better?
I knit my skit, like my Grandma's

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

Select the concepts, context to rhyme text
Plus a dollar bet, niggaz flexi wit da tech

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To critics and honeydips, who on my lyrics
And slept I dropped that do you wanna hear 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 huxtable was fuckable
Impeccable, dispicable, on like a decimal
Point twice the joint jumper nicest with the mic
Mighty like Isis, gimme boom I a crisis with the stress
Unless I'm gettin' wit da tech

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

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

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