Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick emcees presented by neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the of the west
I be the killa with a tec and I'ma with a vest
I gotta 'em with effects 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 it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they then death
Shitted on they
That was just the intros for the family with sin
But the with the fem flows
stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans faucets
Putting me up against hop is
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compete compare crotches,
tech is too toxic, toss it
Never will the take losses
cautiousness 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 fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown a nigga 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 is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it, it
(World star)
How in the am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too back splashes
a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
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 adore me they yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay 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 shit and nigga, you're
How they challenge the tecca nina
When your flow's than a velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm 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 best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his
Lot of in the flow, and i'm born to go
Got your whore in the door, your chick
a nigga been up in the forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your religion is tainted by money
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck else
If you loving this tech n9ne me three aooh's and two whoops