Luyện nghe bài hát D-Elite Part 2

State ya gangsta!

Little]
Tre' Little don hold my dick
Say ya label push the date back now that's you get
I came in this game like it's more rap
Dog, I'm tryin' to destroy the cap
The Source is happy we came six its covered
That'll last about May, June well the summer
Why talk about colors for various coupes
Shit green fart Blue, oooh you
Help me ma' I'll take a shot at any one of
Got mami droppin' draws before the first phone
We gangstas study the ten crack commandments
Stay big worship Mary that's how we live
Lay low good guys you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew aint quite like
Spit it 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 with the finger next to the index
Such threats expect guys, five techs
they gats all sing 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"
What up Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My brethrens all veterans all up sevens
When we hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
Us and clash no more we built it from 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 shit to
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow
Them guns y'all blow I stay on the low
Rap like and work the scale like "So"
Take it to the gutter we could duke or it out
pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we bang for the work
For the building or the do the thang to the dirt
I'ma FUCK-in crews DUCK and move
Stay in a FUCKED up mood one up dude
When its hot I, breathe in the don't even sleep
I be deep in the beats that made me
gangsta specialize in Duct Tape
Let you how many fo' five slugs ya gut take
Show ya favorite how to be a thug, top that (NIGGA!)
ya favorite drug into another drug, cop that (NIGGA!)

State ya gangsta!

5'9]
Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great made
The street gangsta city race against time
Never for cash my hustles the shit
You feel the breeze push you get a grip
game, earth tone keep it in range
Close to the I rock fake niggas shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full and fine weed
clothes my mind blocked seein fine foes
Long bust those in small Christ
Niggaz playin just thinkin we rhyme alike
How you fight me I'm like ten families strong
Manipulation by song to it niggas
Henny on the rocks toast to the real in God we
gladiator song navigator
Them whole blocks gotta tell
All of a sudden seasons change, welcome

ya name gangsta!

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

ya name, gangsta!

My God!