Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher V

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick emcees presented by neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the
I be the killa with a tec and I'ma with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with effects I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right over the track singing the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on they love it tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges death
Shitted on buzzes
That was just the intros for the family with sin
But the with the fem flows
Can't me like ten toes
I it, making my female fans freaking faucets
Putting me up hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
Taking is too toxic, toss it
Never the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off shit
'Cause fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin'
When I'm havin' hits, get than sick shit
Like I ain't vlad and vicious bad and
Keep it jabbing fisted, trav
So I frown scarier the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the carrier get the hound out the mound and they're bound
'em all together is how we breaking the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we
You saying I'm over, you see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back
a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted
Still not realizing man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends me they banging yates
rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining
'Cause I am like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're
How they gonna the tecca nina
your flow's softer than a velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm you fewer parts
At this I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap best
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm to go
Got your whore in the door, your chick
'Cause a nigga 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 tainted by money
Funny hugging, chummy loving men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
This is a mixture of a few groups
for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you loving this tech give me three aooh's and two whoops