Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody like the nigga with 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 effects then I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right over the track singing 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 death
Shitted on they
That was just the intros for the family with sin
But the gandys with the fem
Can't stand me like ten
I rock it, my female fans freaking faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, 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'
When I'm hits, get vast than sick shit
I ain't vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga 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 barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we
You I'm over, you never see the principle
My is meant to grow 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 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 pace
Still not realizing man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends me they banging yates
rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me gaining great
'Cause I am like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna challenge the nina
When your flow's softer a velour scarf
Blowing 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 yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm to go
Got your whore in the door, taking your
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes now four in a row
My religion is followed by kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do
So I stick my technicians, no f's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few
This for my fans, nigga, fuck else
If you loving this tech n9ne give me three and two whoops