Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Elements

Motherfuckin gp in the motherfuckin
With shy

Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when i, start to
Crab niggaz, I recon, you the grain
I bring drama to your earpiece, when I
Raps niggaz collapse, in turn to slush
It only takes a to die
It takes a minute to get high
The hoods that I run with really don't
Bustin at God our pistols in the air

[pop da hornet]
No more loses, I'm bringin in da
You wanna get rich, bet on me, motherfuck horses
I'm black, too good, like a luger
I live day by day, but my set on the future
with vexism, handin out bad desicions
Got shit like state prisons
Mc destroyer, bring it, I got for ya
When I'm red niggaz die paranoia
Sureshot, yourself, get got, forget me not
Or I'll be shit in ya' spot
Die hard, crackin shit, like ty
Keep it real, plus stay black, roll a tight mob
Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate
Then blow the all in your eye
You're blinded, the rap style I posess, you can't it
That's why you wanna rewind it

[down low
Yo, d. represent at sparkin mics like flint
With that you can inhale and get the nigga bent
Cash rules, no choice but top biller
Have ya blinded by the fire like that bitch in the
You know I'm iller, than the caviar, with these
That's to break down immune systems
In any battle come in first
With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a fuckin
I like sex after triple x
Understandin, I run through like barry sanders
Niggaz get lost in the
Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya in the sand

I'm-a live shorty, word up, the shit ain't hard to
I kill verses, like, napsilnac to sperm cells
My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the
sneakers, guess jeans and gold chains
The child be bringin drama to your system like drugs
Live and direct, from new york lugz
Is it the ruckus you want, and get that ass lynched
You complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve
Kid, I be just fuckin in the cut, on some what
Jiggy-june a nut

Who dares to me, bring it to the cypher
Niggaz you don't wanna see the God hyper
Active, make run back for practice
And tell they proteges, they can't fuck the tactics
So give me room, when I with verbal knowledge
You put your best man, even if he to college
With this mutation, I like a chef
What do you know, I be that nigga squeezin air your last breath
Got you gaspin suffocation
Then I leave without a clue nor an
It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap
Static, you want, cause when I brings it, it get tragic
Faggot, now put an h on your chest and
Whatever comes at ya, beleive i'ma gat ya
Now move back from jack, you can't touch it
if you do, you catch a buck 50 muggin
I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to ya
Crew, plus em like a crooked ass manager
Corrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of
Causin me to to hurt people
playin hard rocks on the wrong block
Thinkin it be you I let the nine glock
Pa-pop, my man shitted all in his
It's the same old and dance
And I'm out motherfuckers!