Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher IV

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees presented by 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 with effects I get it out the way
So I can say what I say
Right the track singing like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on love it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check on they grudges then death
Shitted on they
was just the intros for the family with sin souls
But the gandys the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten
I rock it, making my female fans freaking
Putting me up against hop is
Not supposed to partners, stop it
Can't compete compare crotches,
Taking tech is too toxic, it
Never the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off shit
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin'
Raggin' a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick
Like I ain't and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the and they're bound
Marry 'em all together is how we the sound barrier
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 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 splashes
Then a wack chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
making a mockery of my painted face
But me, I our ancestors
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 is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay 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 nina
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 tour
Ain't shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you match his checks
Lot of in the flow, and i'm born to go
Got whore 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 rips and
Your religion is tainted by money
Funny hugging, chummy grown men that like to do youths
So I with my technicians, no f's given, yeah
team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, everybody else
If you this tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops