Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III

Smoking weed, true
emcees presented by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a tec and villain with a vest
I gotta 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right over the singing like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they it when tech spit a song way rugged
And niggas on they grudges then death
on they buzzes
That was just the intros for the with sin souls
But the gandys with the fem
Can't me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans faucets
Putting me up hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compete crotches, cockless
Taking is too toxic, toss it
Never will the bosses losses
cautiousness off this shit
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, bitches
like a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast sick shit
Like I ain't vlad and vicious bad and
Keep it jabbing fisted, trav
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a down to the ground
But the carrier 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 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 will niggas be to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too back splashes
Then a wack chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my painted
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking stuck at a pace
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
him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
'Cause I am like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're
How they gonna challenge the tecca
When your flow's softer than a scarf
this track 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, how your taint rap hits best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you match his checks
Lot of in the flow, and i'm born 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 followed by kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your is tainted by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
This team is a of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody
If you loving tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops