Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick presented by tecca 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 villain with a vest
I fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right over the track like the father of nona gaye
get it on they love it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges then
Shitted on buzzes
That was just the for the family with sin souls
But the with the fem flows
Can't stand me ten toes
I rock it, making my female freaking faucets
Putting me up hop is thoughtless
Not to press partners, stop it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
Taking is too toxic, toss it
Never the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, bitches
Raggin' like a happened
When I'm hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I ain't and vicious 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 hound out the and they're bound
Marry 'em all together is how we the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we
You saying I'm over, you see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap 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 the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back
Then a wack black chat hatches you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my painted
But me, I resemble our
And these talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my adore me they banging yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay great
I am forever like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're
How gonna challenge the tecca nina
When your flow's softer than a velour
Blowing track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits
Tecca nina plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of in the flow, and i'm born to go
Got whore in the door, taking your chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes list now in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
religion is tainted by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do
So I stick my technicians, no f's given, yeah
This team is a of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, everybody else
If you loving this tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two