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 nigga with a gun up in the of the west
I be the killa with a tec and I'ma villain a vest
I fill 'em with effects then 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 love it when tech spit a way rugged
And check on they grudges then death
on they buzzes
That was the intros for the family with sin souls
But the with the fem flows
stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans faucets
Putting me up against hop is
Not supposed to partners, stop it
Can't compete crotches, cockless
Taking is too toxic, toss it
Never the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off shit
'Cause fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin'
When I'm havin' hits, get than sick shit
Like I ain't vlad and vicious bad and
it jabbing fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and bound
Marry 'em all is how we breaking the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we
You I'm over, you never see the principle
My seed is meant to rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and the masses?
Asses, faggots, too back splashes
Then a black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
making a mockery of my painted face
But me, I our ancestors
And these niggas 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 flaming
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me gaining great
'Cause I am like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the and nigga, you're farts
How gonna challenge the tecca nina
When your softer than a velour scarf
this 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 your rap hits best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm 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 rips and
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 team is a of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, everybody else
If you this tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops