Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III

Smoking weed, true
Sick presented by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting 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 fill 'em with then I get it out the way
So I can say what I say
Right over the track like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they love it when spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges then
Shitted on buzzes
That was just the intros for the family with sin
But the with the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten
I rock it, making my female fans faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not to press partners, stop it
Can't compete crotches, cockless
Taking tech is too toxic, it
Never will the take losses
Study cautiousness off this
some 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 fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the carrier get the hound 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 is meant 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 many back
a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my face
But me, I our ancestors
And these niggas talking at a fainted pace
not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming
Find him cheddar, my end's 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 gonna challenge 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 taint rap hits
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm to go
Got your whore in the door, taking chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the and soo-woos
Your religion is by money grubbing
hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
This team is a of a few groups
for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you this tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops