Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga 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 it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they then death
Shitted on they
was just the intros for the family with sin souls
But the gandys the fem flows
Can't stand me ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not to press partners, stop it
Can't compete compare crotches,
tech is too toxic, toss it
Never will the take losses
Study cautiousness off shit
some fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin'
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick
Like I ain't and vicious bad and twisted
it jabbing fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown get the hound out the mound and they're 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 meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will be able to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the
Asses, faggots, too many back
Then a wack black chat cause you napped at rap classes
They making a of my painted face
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking at a fainted pace
Still not realizing man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they yates
Your 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 forever em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're
How they challenge the tecca nina
When flow's softer than a velour 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
packed 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 whore in the door, taking your 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 religion is tainted by 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 mixture of a few
This for my fans, nigga, fuck else
If you loving this tech give me three aooh's and two whoops