Luyện nghe bài hát Flexi With da Tech (Nique)

I diss bwoys like Buju Banton, rippin' wanton destruction
Sag my pants to stop the suction plus quicker when I'm fuckin'
Split Dutch Master faster I puff izz causes asthma as dust
say from NJ, quick to give up papes

Beef'll keep it street, niggaz who sleep
Or reap the concrete status kick your ass with my
Those who oppose this, split shit like Moses
My written tabs is fags and the whole bit

I murder mics and tape decks, so check it while I it
Far from junkies keep it because I'm hungry like the Bundy's
Got more than thunder crumple chumps like they was paper
Eight for make G's but One of Tame made these

Conjunction junction what's your function on the
My mass appeal is I swim through beats like Navy Seals
Irregular, my style, suckers competitors who think better?
I my skit, like my Grandma's sweater

Nuts who want to inflict, harm against the
Best to rest their case because I medieval armor
To protect my subjects, my style's quite
Never you copy 'cause my style's quite odd

Select the best concepts, to rhyme text
Plus a twenty dollar bet, flexi wit da tech

The technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause a technician
One two, gonna do?

The tech's technique 'cause a technician
One two, whatcha do?
The technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, gonna do?

I rip rhyme charts apart, I jump on the gunner
niggaz like Honda from the under never blunder
Wonder if I get stiff, I'm to catch an L
Nah, never that I'm down Tame, I'm MC El

Lately playin' Hurricane G demos in my
I walk and I talk and issues of The Source and
Check out the dreadlocks in puffin' indo
By the branch like and do the cypher dance

Then it's back to the set to raps about my eps
Takin' tokes for the stress as I get wit da tech
I whip the lyrics up like batter on the verge
I sink all ships and watch you crabs

In the depths of the doper ropes to distort
All sorts of who abuse my styles I must abort
I do jobs like miles around the necks of the
I win it hands and pants down 'cause I'm vital

The might you wanna get mad, now freak the plannin'
Plus, I it skip the handscans I'm woozy when I'm splifted
Yeah, still high the ill fly, red eye rundown a semi
Artifact with causin' heart attacks

To and honeydips, who jeered on my lyrics
And slept when I dropped that do you wanna it?
'Cause from sun up to sundown, my eyes are red and
I still smoke a pound if peeps hit the town

I'm flexible every female huxtable was fuckable
Impeccable, dispicable, on point like a
Point twice the joint jumper with the mic device
Mighty like Isis, gimme boom I rips a crisis the stress
Unless I'm flexi wit da tech

The tech's 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha do?
The tech's technique he's a technician
One two, whatcha do?

The tech's technique he's a technician
One two, gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a
One two, gonna do?

One two, whatcha do?
One two, gonna do?

Shut up, you're talkin' too loud, talkin' too loud
to the whole city of Newark
One two, gonna do?
One two, gonna do?