Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees presented by neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a tec and I'ma villain a vest
I gotta fill 'em effects then I get it out the way
So I can say what I say
Right over the track like the father of nona gaye
get it on they love it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges then
Shitted on they
was just the intros for the family with sin souls
But the gandys the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten
I rock it, making my female fans freaking
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to partners, stop it
Can't compete compare crotches,
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 havin' hits, get vast than shit
Like I ain't and vicious bad and twisted
it jabbing fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a 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 saying I'm over, you never see the
My seed is to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many splashes
Then a wack black chat hatches you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my face
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking at a fainted pace
Still not realizing this man 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 stay great
'Cause I am like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're
How they challenge the tecca nina
When your flow's softer than a velour
Blowing track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how taint rap hits best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm to go
Got your whore in the door, taking chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes list now in a row
My religion is followed by kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your religion is tainted by grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men like to do youths
So I with my technicians, no f's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few
This for my fans, nigga, fuck else
If you this tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops