Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher IV

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick emcees presented by tecca
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 I wanna say
over the track singing like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they love it when tech spit a song way
And check niggas on they grudges then
Shitted on buzzes
That was just the intros for the family sin souls
But the gandys with the fem
stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female freaking faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compete compare crotches,
tech is too toxic, toss it
Never will the bosses take
cautiousness off this shit
'Cause fans 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 fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga to the ground
But the carrier get the hound out the mound 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 to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the 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 cause you napped at rap classes
They a mockery of my painted face
But me, I our ancestors
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted
Still not this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging
rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
I am forever like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're
How they gonna challenge the tecca
When flow's 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 rap hits best
Tecca nina plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm to go
Got whore in the door, taking your chick
'Cause a been up in the forbes list now four in a row
My is followed by little kids, college kids
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 with my technicians, no f's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few
This for my fans, nigga, fuck else
If you loving tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops