Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher V

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick emcees by tecca 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 fill 'em with 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 spit a way rugged
And check niggas on they then death
Shitted on they
was just the intros for the family with sin souls
But the with the fem flows
Can't me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compete compare crotches,
Taking is too toxic, toss it
will the bosses take losses
Study off this shit
'Cause fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' a stabbin' happened
I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I ain't vlad and vicious bad and
Keep it fisted, trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga down to the
But the carrier get the hound 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 classical rap shit on
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will be able to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many splashes
Then a wack chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my painted
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking stuck at a pace
not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends me they banging yates
Your rhyme is no to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my for me stay gaining great
'Cause I am forever like em, forty, jay, and drake
Pure art, I'm the and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna the tecca nina
When your 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 yet, this 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 whore in the door, taking your chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your religion is by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
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