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 with 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 effects then I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right over the track singing like the father of gaye
Let's get it on love it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on grudges then death
Shitted on they
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, my female fans freaking faucets
Putting me up against hop is
Not to press partners, stop it
compete compare crotches, cockless
Taking tech is too toxic, it
Never will the bosses take
cautiousness off this shit
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin'
like a stabbin' happened
When I'm hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I ain't vlad and bad and twisted
Keep it fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a 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 see the principle
My seed is meant to 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 fuck am I ripping and reaching the
Asses, faggots, too back splashes
Then a wack chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
making a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking at a fainted pace
not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they yates
rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me gaining great
'Cause I am like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna the tecca nina
When your flow's softer a velour scarf
Blowing this into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your rap hits best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of in the flow, and i'm born to go
Got your in the door, taking your chick
'Cause a been up in the forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the and soo-woos
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, everybody else
If you loving this tech n9ne give me aooh's and two whoops