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

Smoking weed, true
emcees presented by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga a gun up in the middle 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 what I say
over the track singing like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they love it when spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges death
Shitted on buzzes
That was just the intros for the family with sin
But the gandys with the fem
Can't me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female freaking faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to partners, stop it
compete compare crotches, cockless
Taking is too toxic, toss it
Never will the take losses
Study off this shit
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin'
I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, trav
So I scarier when 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 saying I'm over, you 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 the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the
Asses, faggots, too many splashes
a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a of my painted face
But me, I our ancestors
And these niggas talking stuck at a 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 flaming
Find him cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
'Cause I am forever em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts
How they challenge the tecca nina
your flow's softer than a velour scarf
Blowing this track pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how taint rap hits best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm 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 and soo-woos
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
This is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck else
If you loving this n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops