Luyện nghe bài hát Flexi With da Tech (Nique)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I rip rhyme charts apart, I jump on the gunner
Arrest niggaz 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

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

it's back to the set to write raps about my eps
Takin' for the stress as I get flexi wit da tech
I whip the lyrics up batter chatters on the verge
I sink all ships and 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 around the of the title
I win it hands and pants down 'cause 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 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 from sun up to sundown, my eyes are red and
I still smoke a pound if peeps hit the town

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

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

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

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