Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick presented by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a tec and I'ma with a vest
I gotta fill 'em effects then I get it out the way
So I can say what I say
Right over the singing like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on love it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they then death
Shitted on buzzes
That was just the for the family with sin souls
But the gandys the fem flows
Can't stand me ten toes
I rock it, making my fans freaking faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not to press partners, stop it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
tech is too toxic, toss it
Never will the bosses take
Study cautiousness off shit
'Cause some are antagonistic, naggin' 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, insisted
So I frown scarier when the buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and they're
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the sound
I'm three-dimensional, we
You saying I'm over, you never see the
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it, it
(World star)
How in the am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too back splashes
a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my painted
But me, I our ancestors
And these niggas talking at a fainted pace
Still not realizing 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 for me stay gaining great
'Cause I am like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, farts
How they gonna the tecca nina
When your softer than a velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you parts
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 nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't his checks
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 forbes now four in a row
My religion is followed by kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your religion is by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy 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 everybody
If you loving this tech n9ne give me aooh's and two whoops