Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher V

Smoking weed, true
emcees presented by tecca neez
it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a tec and I'ma villain a vest
I fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say what I say
Right over the track singing like the father of nona
Let's get it on they love it when tech a song way rugged
And niggas on they grudges then death
Shitted on buzzes
That was just the for the family with sin souls
But the gandys with the fem
stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female freaking faucets
Putting me up hop is thoughtless
Not to press partners, stop it
Can't compete compare crotches,
Taking is too toxic, toss it
Never will the bosses losses
cautiousness off this shit
'Cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin'
Raggin' a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast sick shit
Like I vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, trav
So I frown scarier when the buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown get the hound out the mound and they're bound
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we
You I'm over, you never see the principle
My is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many splashes
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap
They a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our
And these niggas talking stuck at a pace
not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming
Find him cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
'Cause I am like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, farts
How they challenge the tecca nina
When your flow's softer a velour scarf
Blowing this into pieces, I'm leaving 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 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, kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the and soo-woos
Your religion is by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no f's given,
This is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody
If you loving this n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops