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 in this game like it's more than rap
Dog, I'm tryin' to the salary cap
The Source is happy we came six covers its
That'll last about May, well into the summer
Why talk about different colors for various
Shit green fart Blue, oooh you
Help me ma' I'll take a at any one of y'all
Got mami droppin' draws before the phone call
We gangstas study the ten crack commandments
Stay big Hail Mary that's how we live
Lay low good catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew quite like mine
Spit it ooh my, these labels like ooh my

ya name 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 nose and you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get
Go in depth best with the next to the index
Such threats expect 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 greet you "Hey Guy"
What up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut
My brethrens all veterans all throwin up
When we hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
Us and crews no more we built it from poor
Me and Royce hit and restore what we were buildin
So add a million sold or when I get at you whores

State ya gangsta!

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

ya name gangsta!

[Jah
Jah da 5'9 speak and rhyme great history made
The street gangsta flow race against time
Never for cash my hustles the shit
You feel the breeze push past you get a
Millennium game, earth tone it in range
Close to the I rock fake niggas shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, clips and fine weed
Choice clothes my mind blocked seein foes
Long nights bust in small Christ
Niggaz themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten strong
by song relate to it niggas
Henny on the rocks toast to the in God we trust
Calm gladiator navigator
Them blocks gotta story tell
All of a sudden seasons change, your

State ya gangsta!

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

ya name, gangsta!

My God!