Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II

Smoking weed, indeed
emcees presented by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga 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 with effects 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 love it tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges then
on they 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, my female fans freaking faucets
Putting me up against hop is
Not supposed to partners, stop it
Can't compete compare crotches,
Taking tech is too toxic, it
Never the bosses take losses
cautiousness off this shit
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, bitches
Raggin' like a happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick
Like I ain't and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown get the hound 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 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 fuck am I ripping and reaching the
Asses, faggots, too back splashes
Then a wack black hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted
not realizing this man blessed 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 great
I am forever like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, farts
How they gonna challenge the tecca
When your flow's than a velour scarf
Blowing track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap best
Tecca nina 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 forbes now four in a row
My religion is by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money
Funny hugging, loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick my technicians, no f's given, yeah
This is a mixture of a few groups
for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you this tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops