Luyện nghe bài hát D-Elite Part 2

State ya gangsta!

Little]
Tre' Little don hold my dick
Say ya label push the back now that's what you get
I came in this game like it's more rap
Dog, I'm to destroy the salary cap
The Source is happy we came six covers its
That'll last about May, June well the summer
Why talk about different colors for coupes
Shit green Blue, oooh clever you
Help me ma' I'll a shot at any one of y'all
Got mami droppin' draws before the first call
We some gangstas study the ten commandments
Stay big Hail Mary that's how we live
Lay low guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew aint quite 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 deny these niggas rah rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your and turn you cock-eyed
to us not wise, told you how to get live
Go in depth best with the finger to the index
Such threats expect five guys, techs
Make they gats all in unison like a quintet
They say whodi, son, dun, or youngn
You can owe em and say hi and they greet you "Hey Guy"
up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My brethrens all veterans all up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no we built it from poor
Me and Royce hit and what we were buildin before
So add a million sold or more I get at you whores

ya name gangsta!

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

State ya gangsta!

[Jah
Jah da 5'9 speak and shake great history made
The street gangsta flow race against time
Never sign for cash my hustles the
You feel the breeze push you get a grip
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in
to the grey I rock fake niggas shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and weed
Choice clothes my mind blocked seein foes
Long bust those in small Christ
playin themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How you fight me I'm like ten families 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 story
All of a sudden seasons change, welcome

ya name gangsta!

[Billie
Billie Nix black man is here listen
just to niggas, X address the niggas
Most niggas don't see right see light like its
No in sight no might for the heartless
We run ya mics you like you retarded
No but ya flow is slow and dense
I know my niggas hearin the D ya smellin
You smoke what you wrote while broke, yellin rich
Didn't know you shoulda while broke sayin poor
biggie up kick in the door play it some more
This is the evolution of who dissin us?
Rah stick up nigga hand me ya listeners
Get a job we D-Elite touch it
fact, niggas is wack, wall street fuck it
X government remember yo name
Remember yo game you niggas be spittin the same, motha fucka

ya name, gangsta!

My God!