Luyện nghe bài hát D-Elite Part 2

State ya gangsta!

[Tre'
Little don status hold my dick
Say ya push the date back now that's what you get
I came in game like it's more than rap
Dog, I'm tryin' to the salary cap
The Source is happy we came six its covered
That'll about May, June well into the summer
Why talk about different colors for coupes
Shit fart Blue, oooh clever you
Help me ma' take a shot at any one of y'all
Got mami droppin' draws before the first phone
We some gangstas the ten crack commandments
Stay big worship Hail that's how we live
Lay low good guys you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew aint like mine
it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my

State ya gangsta!

Cha]
Its the C-H-A, say it wit me Cha Cha Cha
Cha Cha Cha
You cannot lie or these niggas aint rah rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get
Go in depth best the finger next to the index
Such threats five guys, five techs
they gats all sing in unison like a quintet
They don't say whodi, son, dun, or
You can owe em and say hi and they you like "Hey Guy"
What up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut
My brethrens all veterans all throwin up
When we rock hits to the sky em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more we built it poor
Me and Royce hit and restore we were buildin before
So add a million or more when I get at you whores

ya name gangsta!

[Cut
Cut Throat the living threat street to blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow
Them little y'all blow I stay on the low
Rap like this and the scale like "So"
it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it out
Switchblades gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we could for the work
For the building or the do the thang to the dirt
I'ma fool crews DUCK and move
Stay in a FUCKED up mood one FUCKED up
When its hot I, in the heat don't even sleep
I be knee deep in the beats that me
gangsta specialize in Duct Tape
Let you how many fo' five slugs ya gut take
Show ya favorite thug how to be a thug, top (NIGGA!)
Turn ya favorite drug into drug, cop that (NIGGA!)

State ya gangsta!

[Jah
Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great made
The street gangsta flow race against time
sign for cash my hustles the shit
You feel the breeze past you get a grip
Millennium game, earth keep it in range
Close to the grey I rock niggas shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine
Choice my mind blocked seein fine foes
nights bust those in small Christ
Niggaz themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten strong
Manipulation by relate to it niggas
on the rocks toast to the real in God we trust
Calm song navigator
Them whole blocks gotta tell
All of a seasons change, your welcome

ya name gangsta!

[Billie
Nix black man is here listen close
Spittin just to niggas, X address the
Most don't see right see light like its darkness
No guns in no might for the heartless
We run ya mics you write like you
No offense but ya is slow and dense
I know my hearin the D ya smellin this
You smoke that what you while broke, yellin rich
Didn't know you shoulda spoke while sayin poor
Then biggie up kick in the door it some more
This is the of emcee who dissin us?
Gettin Rah stick up nigga hand me ya
Get a job we D-Elite touch it
Matter fact, niggas is wack, wall fuck it
X agent remember yo name
Remember yo game you wont be spittin the same, motha fucka

ya name, gangsta!

My God!