Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Elements

Motherfuckin gp in the house
With shy

Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when i, start to
Crab niggaz, I recon, you the grain
I bring drama to earpiece, when I bust
Raps niggaz collapse, in fact to slush
It takes a second to die
It only 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 more loses, I'm bringin in da
You wanna get rich, bet on me, motherfuck them
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, 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, shit, like ty cobb
Keep it real, plus black, roll with a tight mob
Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate
Then the smoke all in your eye
blinded, the rap style I posess, you can't find it
That's why you wanna constantly it

[down low
Yo, d. allah represent at mics like flint
With style that you can inhale and get the bent
Cash rules, no choice but bein top
Have ya blinded by the fire like that bitch in the
You I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms
That's acquired to down immune systems
In any i'm-a come in first
With raw techniques that ya ear like a fuckin curse
I like sex after ballentine x
Understandin, I run hoes like barry sanders
Niggaz get in the land
Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the

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

Who dares to test me, it to the cypher
Niggaz you don't really wanna see the God
Active, teachers 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 best man, even if he went to college
With this mutation, I serve a chef
What do you know, I be that nigga air from 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 and handle
Whatever comes at ya, beleive i'ma gat ya
Now move back from jack, you can't touch it
Cause if you do, you a buck 50 muggin
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 innocent people
Niggaz playin hard rocks on the wrong
Thinkin it be you I let the nine glock
Pa-pop, my man all in his pants
It's the old song and dance
And I'm out motherfuckers!