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

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick emcees by tecca 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 villain with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with effects I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right the track singing like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they love it tech spit a song way rugged
And check on they grudges then death
on they buzzes
That was just the for the family with sin souls
But the gandys the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten
I rock it, making my fans freaking faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compete compare crotches,
Taking tech is too toxic, it
will the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin'
Raggin' a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than shit
Like I ain't vlad and bad and twisted
it jabbing fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the out the mound and they're bound
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the sound
I'm three-dimensional, we
You I'm over, you never see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the rap shit on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it, it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap
making a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our
And niggas talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not realizing man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they 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, and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're
How gonna challenge the tecca nina
When flow's softer than a velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you parts
At this I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your 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 up in the forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the and soo-woos
Your is tainted by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
This team is a mixture of a few
for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you loving this n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops