Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher IV

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick presented by tecca neez
it out

Ain't busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a tec and I'ma with a vest
I fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right over the singing like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they love it when tech spit a way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges death
Shitted on buzzes
That was just the intros for the family sin souls
But the gandys the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten
I rock it, making my female freaking faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to partners, stop it
Can't compete crotches, cockless
Taking is too toxic, toss it
Never the bosses take losses
cautiousness off this shit
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin'
When I'm havin' hits, get vast sick shit
Like I ain't vlad and bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, trav
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and bound
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we
You I'm over, you never see the principle
My seed is to grow rapid, I'm the classical 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 reaching the
Asses, faggots, too many back
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you at rap classes
They a mockery of my painted face
But me, I our ancestors
And niggas talking stuck 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 me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me 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 nina
When flow's softer than a velour scarf
this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, how your taint rap hits best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my 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
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes now four in a row
My is followed by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
religion is tainted 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, everybody else
If you this tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops