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 to your earpiece, when I bust
Raps collapse, in fact turn to slush
It only takes a to die
It takes a minute to get high
The hoods I run with really don't care
at God with our pistols in the air

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

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

I'm-a live shorty, word up, the shit ain't to tell
I kill verses, like, napsilnac to sperm cells
My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm the same
Nike sneakers, guess jeans and gold
The rugged child be bringin drama to your like drugs
Live and direct, from new york like
Is it the ruckus you want, and get that ass lynched
You complain to throw, I play your jake 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 really wanna see the God hyper
Active, make teachers run for practice
And tell they proteges, can't fuck with the tactics
So me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledge
You put best man, even if he went to college
With this mutation, I serve like a
What do you know, I be that nigga squeezin air from last breath
Got you gaspin from
Then I leave a clue nor an explanation
It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap
Static, you don't want, cause when I brings it, it get
Faggot, now put an h on chest and handle
Whatever comes at ya, beleive i'ma gat ya
Now back from this jack, you can't touch it
Cause if you do, you catch a 50 muggin
I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to ya
Crew, plus em like a crooked ass manager
Corrupt indeed, my mind is the of evil
me to to hurt innocent people
Niggaz hard rocks on the wrong block
Thinkin it be you I let the nine glock
Pa-pop, my man all in his pants
the same old song and dance
And I'm out motherfuckers!