Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Elements

Motherfuckin gp in the house
With shy

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

[pop da hornet]
No more loses, I'm bringin in da
You wanna get rich, bet on me, them horses
I'm black, too good, deadly a luger
I live day by day, but my set on the future
Drunk with vexism, handin out bad
Got shit like state prisons
Mc destroyer, it, I got somethin for ya
When I'm red 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, plus stay black, with a tight mob
Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff thai
Then blow the smoke all in eye
You're blinded, the rap style I posess, you find it
That's why you wanna rewind it

low reka]
Yo, d. allah represent at mics like flint
style that you can inhale and get the nigga bent
Cash rules, no but bein top biller
Have ya by the fire like that bitch in the killer
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 shock ya ear like a fuckin curse
I like sex ballentine triple x
Understandin, I run through like barry sanders
get lost in the land
Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the

I'm-a live shorty, word up, the ain't hard to tell
I verses, just like, napsilnac to sperm cells
My lifestyle, it change, I'm still the same
Nike sneakers, guess jeans and chains
The rugged child be bringin to your system 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 with a twelve inch
Kid, I be just fuckin in the cut, on some what
bust a nut

Who to test me, bring it to the cypher
Niggaz you don't wanna see the God hyper
Active, make teachers run for practice
And tell proteges, they can't fuck with the tactics
So me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledge
You put your best man, even if he 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 from
I leave without a clue nor an explanation
It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap
Static, you don't want, cause when I it, it get tragic
Faggot, now put an h on your chest and
comes at ya, best 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 stamina to damage ya
Crew, plus jerk em like a crooked ass
Corrupt indeed, my is the backbone of evil
me to to hurt innocent people
Niggaz playin hard rocks on the wrong
Thinkin it be you until I let the nine
Pa-pop, my man all in his pants
the same old song and dance
And I'm out motherfuckers!