Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher IV

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick emcees by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the of the west
I be the killa a tec and I'ma villain 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 track singing the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they love it when tech a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges death
Shitted on 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 female freaking faucets
Putting me up against hop is
Not to press partners, stop it
compete compare crotches, cockless
Taking tech is too toxic, it
Never will the bosses take
Study cautiousness off this
'Cause fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' a stabbin' happened
When I'm hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga down to the
But the crown carrier get the out the mound and they're bound
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 rap shit on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will 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 splashes
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap
They making a of my painted face
But me, I resemble our
And these talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends me they banging yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming
Find him cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
'Cause I am forever like em, forty, jay, and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, farts
How they gonna challenge the tecca
your flow's softer than a velour scarf
Blowing this track pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 starts
Ain't packed shit yet, how your taint rap hits best
Tecca nina plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of in the flow, and i'm born to go
Got your in the door, taking your chick
a nigga been up in the forbes list now four in a row
My religion is by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that to do youths
So I stick my technicians, no f's given, yeah
This is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, everybody else
If you loving this tech n9ne me three aooh's and two whoops