Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees 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 what I say
Right over the track singing like the father of gaye
get it on they love it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check on they grudges then death
Shitted on they
That was just the intros for the with sin souls
But the with the fem flows
stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my fans freaking faucets
Putting me up against hop is
Not supposed to partners, stop it
compete compare crotches, cockless
Taking is too toxic, toss it
Never will the bosses take
Study cautiousness off shit
'Cause fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin'
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than shit
I ain't vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it fisted, trav insisted
So I frown when the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the and they're bound
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the sound
I'm three-dimensional, we
You I'm over, you never 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 splashes
Then a wack chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a of my painted face
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking stuck at a pace
not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay great
'Cause I am 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 track into pieces, I'm you fewer parts
At moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his
Lot of in the flow, and i'm born to go
Got your whore in the door, taking your
'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 rips and
Your religion is by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
This is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck else
If you loving this n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops