Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees presented by tecca
it out

Ain't busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the with a tec and I'ma 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 track singing the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges death
on they buzzes
That was just the for the family with sin souls
But the gandys with the fem
Can't me like ten toes
I rock it, making my fans freaking faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
Taking tech is too toxic, it
Never will the bosses losses
Study cautiousness off shit
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, bitches
Raggin' a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than shit
I ain't vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, trav
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 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 shit on
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to 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 niggas talking stuck at a pace
not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my adore me they banging yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay 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 gonna challenge the tecca
When your softer than a velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm 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 best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm 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 by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your religion is tainted by money
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody
If you loving tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops