Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Elements

Motherfuckin gp in the motherfuckin
shorty shy

Yo.. yo.. I all hell when i, start to stain
niggaz, I recon, you recognize the grain
I bring drama to your earpiece, when I
Raps niggaz collapse, in fact to slush
It only a second to die
It only a minute to get high
The hoods that I run with really care
Bustin at God our pistols in the air

[pop da brown
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 day by day, but my mind set on the future
Drunk with vexism, out bad desicions
Got shit like state prisons
Mc destroyer, it, I got somethin for ya
I'm red niggaz die from paranoia
Sureshot, yourself, get got, forget me not
Or I'll be runnin shit in ya'
Die hard, crackin shit, ty cobb
Keep it real, plus black, roll with a tight mob
Forever high, I'm the type of guy to chocolate thai
Then blow the smoke all in eye
blinded, the rap style I posess, you can't find it
That's why you wanna rewind it

low reka]
Yo, d. allah represent at sparkin mics flint
With style that you can inhale and get the nigga
Cash rules, no choice but top biller
Have ya blinded by the like that bitch in the killer
You I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms
That's acquired to break immune systems
In any i'm-a come in first
With raw that shock ya ear like a fuckin curse
I like sex ballentine triple x
Understandin, I run through hoes like barry
Niggaz get lost in the
Reachin, it'll cost hand, now ya sink in the sand

I'm-a shorty, word up, the shit ain't hard to tell
I verses, just like, napsilnac to sperm cells
My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the
Nike sneakers, guess and gold chains
The rugged be bringin drama to your system like drugs
Live and direct, from new like lugz
Is it the ruckus you want, come and get ass lynched
You complain to throw, I your jake with a twelve inch
Kid, I be just fuckin in the cut, on some shaolin
bust a nut

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