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

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees presented by neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the
I be the killa with a tec and I'ma 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 of nona gaye
Let's get it on they it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they then death
Shitted on they
That was the intros for the family with sin souls
But the gandys with the fem
Can't me like ten toes
I rock it, making my fans freaking faucets
Putting me up hop is thoughtless
Not to press partners, stop it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
Taking tech is too toxic, it
Never will the bosses take
cautiousness off this shit
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, bitches
Raggin' a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick
Like I ain't and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga down to the
But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and they're
Marry 'em all is how we breaking the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we
You saying I'm over, you never see the
My seed is meant to rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the
Asses, faggots, too many splashes
Then a wack black hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a of my painted face
But me, I our ancestors
And these talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not realizing this man 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 cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
'Cause I am forever like em, forty, jay, wayne and
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're
How they gonna the tecca nina
your flow's softer than a velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 starts
Ain't shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca nina 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 now four 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 men that like to do youths
So I with my technicians, no f's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody
If you loving this n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops