Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II (Cypher I)

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a tec and I'ma with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with then I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right over the track singing the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they love it when spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges then
Shitted on they
That was just the intros for the family sin souls
But the gandys with the fem
Can't me like ten toes
I it, making my female fans freaking faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compete crotches, cockless
Taking tech is too toxic, it
Never will the bosses losses
Study cautiousness off shit
'Cause some are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast sick shit
Like I ain't vlad and bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and they're
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we
You I'm over, you never see the principle
My is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
will niggas be able to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many splashes
Then a black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a of my painted face
But me, I our ancestors
And niggas talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not realizing man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging
Your rhyme is no to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay great
'Cause I am forever like em, forty, jay, wayne and
art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna the tecca nina
When your flow's softer a velour scarf
Blowing track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how taint rap hits best
nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of in the flow, and i'm born to go
Got whore in the door, taking your chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes list now in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by grubbing
Funny hugging, loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
This is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody
If you loving tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops