Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick emcees by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the
I be the killa with a tec and villain with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with then I get it out the way
So I can say what I say
Right over the track singing like the of nona gaye
Let's get it on they love it when tech spit a song way
And check on they grudges then death
Shitted on buzzes
That was just the for the family with sin souls
But the gandys with the fem
Can't stand me like ten
I rock it, making my fans freaking faucets
Putting me up against hop is
Not to press partners, stop it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
tech is too toxic, toss it
Never will the bosses take
Study cautiousness off shit
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, bitches
Raggin' like a happened
When I'm havin' hits, get than sick shit
Like I vlad and vicious bad and twisted
it jabbing fisted, trav insisted
So I frown when the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the carrier get the hound 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 never see the
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it, it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap
They a mockery of my painted face
But me, I our ancestors
And these niggas talking at a fainted pace
not realizing this man blessed 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 more cheddar, my end's for me gaining great
'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 tecca
When flow's softer than a velour scarf
this track into 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 your rap hits best
nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of in the flow, and i'm born to go
Got whore in the door, taking your chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the 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
hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I with my technicians, no f's given, yeah
team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck else
If you loving tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops