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

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick emcees presented by 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 with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with then I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
over the track singing like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges then
on they buzzes
That was just the intros for the with sin souls
But the gandys the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten
I rock it, making my female fans faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
tech is too toxic, toss it
Never the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off shit
some fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' a stabbin' happened
When I'm hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, 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 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 grow rapid, I'm the classical rap on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap
They making a mockery of my face
But me, I our ancestors
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted
not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they yates
Your rhyme is no to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining
'Cause I am like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna challenge the nina
When your flow's than a velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 starts
Ain't packed yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm to go
Got your in the door, taking your chick
'Cause a been up in the forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
religion is tainted by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving men that like to do youths
So I stick 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 tech n9ne me three aooh's and two whoops