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 it's more than rap
Dog, I'm to destroy the salary cap
The is happy we came six covers its covered
That'll last May, June well into the summer
Why talk different colors for various coupes
green fart Blue, oooh clever you
Help me ma' I'll a shot at any one of y'all
Got mami droppin' draws before the first phone
We some study the ten crack commandments
Stay big Hail Mary that's how we live
Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, why you lie
Ya crew aint like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these 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 niggas aint rah rah
Put the barrel on the of your 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 expect five guys, five
Make they gats all sing in unison a quintet
don't say whodi, son, dun, or youngn
You can owe em and say hi and they you like "Hey Guy"
What up Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My all veterans all throwin up sevens
When we hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more we built it poor
Me and hit and restore what we were buildin before
So add a million sold or when I get at you whores

State ya gangsta!

Throat]
Cut Throat the living threat street shit to
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow
little guns y'all blow I stay on the low
Rap like this and the scale like "So"
Take it to the gutter we could or shoot it out
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you
you to ya hood we could bang for the work
For the building or the blocks do the to the dirt
I'ma FUCK-in crews DUCK and move
Stay in a FUCKED up one FUCKED up dude
When its hot I, breathe in the heat even sleep
I be knee in the beats that made me
Certified gangsta in Duct Tape
Let you know how many fo' five slugs ya gut
Show ya favorite how to be a thug, top that (NIGGA!)
ya favorite drug into 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 my hustles the shit
You feel the push past you get a grip
game, earth tone keep it in range
Close to the grey I rock niggas shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and weed
Choice clothes my mind blocked fine foes
Long bust those in small Christ
playin themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten families
Manipulation by song relate to it
Henny on the rocks to the real in God we trust
gladiator song navigator
Them blocks gotta story tell
All of a sudden change, your welcome

ya name gangsta!

[Billie
Billie Nix black man is here close
Spittin just to niggas, X address the
niggas don't see right see light like its darkness
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 hearin the D ya smellin this
You smoke that what you wrote while broke, yellin
Didn't know you shoulda while broke sayin poor
Then biggie up kick in the door it some more
is the evolution of emcee who dissin us?
Gettin Rah up nigga hand me ya listeners
Get a job we here touch it
fact, niggas is wack, wall street fuck it
X government agent remember yo
Remember yo game you niggas wont be spittin the same, fucka

ya name, gangsta!

My God!