Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher V

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees 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 a tec and I'ma villain with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with effects I get it out the way
So I can say what I say
over the track 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 then death
on they buzzes
That was just the intros for the family sin souls
But the with the fem flows
Can't stand me ten toes
I rock it, making my fans freaking faucets
Putting me up hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to partners, stop it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
tech is too toxic, toss it
Never will the take losses
Study cautiousness off shit
'Cause fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast sick shit
Like I ain't 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 barrier
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 on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the
Asses, faggots, too many splashes
Then a wack chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my face
But me, I our ancestors
And these talking stuck at a fainted pace
not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging
Your is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
him more 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 challenge the tecca nina
your flow's softer than a velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits
Tecca nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't his checks
Lot of in the flow, and i'm born to go
Got your whore in the door, your chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes list now in a row
My religion is by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your religion is 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, fuck everybody
If you this tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops