Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick emcees presented by tecca
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the with a tec and I'ma villain with a vest
I fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right the track singing like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they love it when tech a song way rugged
And check niggas on grudges then death
Shitted on buzzes
was just the intros for the family with sin souls
But the gandys with the fem
stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female freaking faucets
Putting me up hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
Taking tech is too toxic, it
will the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this
'Cause fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a happened
When I'm hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I ain't vlad and vicious bad and
it jabbing fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier the clown buries a nigga down 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 never see the
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the rap shit on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never niggas be able to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many 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 niggas talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not realizing this man ya
I am so clever, my friends me they banging yates
Your is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my for me stay gaining great
I am forever like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, farts
How they gonna the tecca nina
When your softer 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 shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm to go
Got your whore in the door, your chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes list now in a row
My religion is by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your religion is tainted by money
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that to do youths
So I with my technicians, no f's given, yeah
This is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck else
If you loving this tech n9ne give me aooh's and two whoops