Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees presented by neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa a tec and I'ma villain with a vest
I fill 'em with effects 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 love it when tech spit a song way
And niggas on they grudges then death
on they buzzes
That was just the intros for the family sin souls
But the with the fem flows
Can't stand me ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans faucets
Putting me up hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compete crotches, cockless
tech is too toxic, toss it
Never will the bosses losses
Study off this shit
some fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick
Like I ain't vlad and bad and twisted
Keep it fisted, trav insisted
So I frown 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 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 the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too back splashes
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap
They making a mockery of my painted
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted
not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they yates
rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay great
'Cause I am forever like em, forty, jay, and drake
art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts
How gonna challenge the tecca nina
When your flow's softer a velour scarf
Blowing this into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits
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, taking your
'Cause a nigga up in the forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money
Funny hugging, loving grown men that like to do youths
So I with my technicians, no f's given, yeah
This team is a of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, everybody else
If you loving this tech n9ne me three aooh's and two whoops