Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees presented by neez
it out

Ain't busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a tec and I'ma villain with a
I gotta fill 'em with effects I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right over the track singing like the father of nona
Let's get it on they love it tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges death
Shitted on buzzes
That was just the intros for the with sin souls
But the with the fem flows
Can't stand me ten toes
I rock it, my female fans freaking faucets
Putting me up against hop is
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
Taking is too toxic, toss it
will the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this
'Cause fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin'
When I'm havin' hits, get than sick shit
Like I ain't vlad and vicious bad and
Keep it jabbing fisted, trav
So I frown scarier when the clown a nigga down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and bound
Marry 'em all together is how we the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we
You I'm over, you never see the principle
My seed is to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never niggas be able to gimme the trash 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 of my painted face
But me, I our ancestors
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted
Still not realizing man blessed ya
I am so clever, my adore me they banging yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me gaining great
I am forever like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the and nigga, you're farts
How gonna challenge the tecca nina
When your flow's softer than a scarf
Blowing track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm to go
Got your whore in the door, taking chick
'Cause a been up in the forbes list now four in a row
My is followed by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your is tainted by money grubbing
hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
This is a mixture of a few groups
for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you loving this tech give me three aooh's and two whoops