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

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa a tec and I'ma villain with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with effects I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right over the track singing like the father of nona
get it on they love it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on grudges then death
on they buzzes
That was just the intros for the family with sin
But the gandys with the fem
Can't stand me ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans freaking
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to partners, stop it
Can't compete crotches, cockless
Taking is too toxic, toss it
will the bosses take losses
Study off this shit
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, bitches
Raggin' a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast sick shit
Like I ain't vlad and vicious bad and
Keep it fisted, trav insisted
So I frown when the clown buries a nigga 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 saying I'm over, you see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too back splashes
a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my painted
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking stuck at a pace
not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends me they banging yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining
'Cause I am forever like em, forty, jay, wayne and
Pure art, I'm the and nigga, you're farts
How gonna challenge the tecca nina
When your flow's softer than a velour
Blowing this into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't shit yet, this how your 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 your whore in the door, your chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes list now in a row
My religion is by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your religion is by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that to do youths
So I with my technicians, no f's given, yeah
team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody
If you loving this n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops