Luyện nghe bài hát Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher V

Smoking weed, true
Sick emcees presented by tecca
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 with a
I gotta 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say I wanna say
Right over the track singing like the of nona gaye
get it on they love it when tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on 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 fans freaking faucets
me up against hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to partners, stop it
Can't compare crotches, cockless
Taking tech is too toxic, it
Never will the bosses losses
Study off this shit
'Cause some are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' a stabbin' happened
I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, trav
So I frown 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 together is how we breaking the barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we
You I'm over, you never see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap on acid
Bastards! (hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back
Then a black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my face
But me, I resemble our
And niggas talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends 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 stay great
'Cause I am forever like em, forty, jay, and drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're
How they gonna the tecca nina
When your flow's softer 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 starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your rap hits best
Tecca nina plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of in the flow, and i'm born to go
Got your in the door, taking your chick
a nigga been up in the forbes list now four in a row
My is followed by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and
Your religion is by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do
So I with my technicians, no f's given, yeah
team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck else
If you loving tech n9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops