Luyện nghe bài hát Flexi With da Tech (Nique)

I diss bwoys like Buju Banton, rippin' wanton destruction
Sag my pants to the suction plus it's 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, defeat who sleep
Or reap the concrete kick your ass with my apparatus
who oppose this, split their shit like Moses
My written tabs is rippin' and the whole bit

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

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

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

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Plus a twenty dollar bet, niggaz wit da tech

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

I rip rhyme charts apart, I start on the gunner
Arrest niggaz like Honda from the never blunder
if I get stiff, I'm bound to catch an L
Nah, never I'm down with Tame, I'm MC El

Lately playin' Hurricane G in my Walkman
I walk and I and read issues of The Source and
Check out the dreadlocks in Bedrock indo
By the branch like plants and do the dance

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

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

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

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

I'm like every female huxtable was fuckable
Impeccable, dispicable, on like a decimal
Point the joint jumper nicest with the mic device
Mighty like Isis, boom I rips a crisis with the stress
Unless I'm gettin' flexi wit da

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

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

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

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