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 nigga with a gun up in the middle of the
I be the killa with a tec and villain with a vest
I gotta 'em with effects 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 tech spit a way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges death
Shitted on buzzes
That was the intros for the family with sin souls
But the gandys with the fem
Can't stand me ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans freaking
Putting me up hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to partners, stop it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
Taking tech is too toxic, it
Never will the bosses losses
Study cautiousness off this
'Cause fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a happened
I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I ain't vlad and vicious bad and
Keep it jabbing fisted, insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga 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 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 am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many splashes
Then a black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my face
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted
Still not realizing this man ya
I am so clever, my adore me they banging yates
Your is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining
'Cause I am forever like em, forty, jay, and drake
Pure art, I'm the and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna the tecca nina
When your flow's softer than a scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits
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 now four in a row
My religion is by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your religion is tainted by grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody
If you loving this tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two