Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II (Cypher I)

Smoking weed, indeed
Sick presented by tecca 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 villain a vest
I gotta fill 'em with effects I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right the track singing like the father of nona gaye
Let's get it on love it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they then death
Shitted on they
That was the intros for the family with sin souls
But the gandys the fem flows
stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans freaking
Putting me up against hop is
Not supposed to partners, stop it
Can't compete crotches, cockless
Taking tech is too toxic, it
Never will the take losses
Study off this shit
some 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, insisted
So I scarier when the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the carrier get the hound out the mound and they're bound
Marry 'em all is how we breaking the sound 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 able to gimme the trash it, it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the
Asses, faggots, too many splashes
a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my painted
But me, I our ancestors
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted
Still not realizing man blessed ya
I am so clever, my adore me they banging yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me gaining great
I am forever like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, farts
How they gonna challenge the nina
When your flow's than a velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer
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 gore in the flow, and i'm to go
Got your whore in the door, taking your
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the and soo-woos
Your religion is by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving men that like to do youths
So I with my technicians, no f's given, yeah
This is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, everybody else
If you loving this tech n9ne me three aooh's and two whoops