Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick emcees 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 effects then I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right the track singing like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they love it tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges death
Shitted on they
That was just the intros for the family sin souls
But the gandys the fem flows
Can't me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans faucets
Putting me up hop is thoughtless
Not to press partners, stop it
compete compare crotches, cockless
Taking is too toxic, toss it
Never will the bosses take
Study off this shit
'Cause some are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick
I ain't vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga 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 seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on
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
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 stuck at a pace
not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my adore me they banging yates
Your rhyme is no to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my for me stay gaining great
'Cause I am like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna challenge the nina
When your flow's softer than a scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer
At this I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits
Tecca ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm to go
Got your whore in the door, your chick
'Cause a nigga up in the forbes 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 grown men like to do youths
So I stick my technicians, no f's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few
for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you this tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops