Luyện nghe bài hát D-Elite Part 2

State ya gangsta!

[Tre'
Tre' Little don hold my dick
Say ya label push the date now that's what you get
I came in this game like it's than rap
Dog, I'm tryin' to destroy the cap
The Source is happy we came six covers its
That'll about May, June well into the summer
Why talk different colors for various coupes
Shit fart Blue, oooh clever you
me ma' I'll take a shot at any one of y'all
Got mami droppin' before the first phone call
We some study the ten crack commandments
Stay big worship Mary that's how we live
Lay low good catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya aint quite 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 deny these aint rah rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, you how to get live
Go in depth best with the 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 throw em up to the
Us and crews clash no 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

State ya gangsta!

[Cut
Cut the living threat street shit to blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline they bow down
Them little guns y'all 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 gauge, whatever you about
you to ya hood we could bang for the work
For the or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I'ma FUCK-in fool crews DUCK and
Stay in a FUCKED up one FUCKED up dude
When its hot I, breathe in the heat don't even
I be knee deep in the that made me
Certified gangsta specialize in Duct
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 into drug, cop that (NIGGA!)

State ya gangsta!

[Jah
Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great history
The street gangsta city 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 grey I rock fake niggas shouldn't us
Surrounded by crooks, clips and fine weed
Choice clothes my mind blocked seein fine
Long nights those in small Christ
Niggaz playin just thinkin we rhyme alike
How you fight me I'm like ten families strong
Manipulation by relate to it niggas
Henny on the rocks toast to the in God we trust
Calm song navigator
Them whole blocks story tell
All of a seasons change, your welcome

ya name gangsta!

[Billie
Billie Nix black man is here close
Spittin to niggas, X address the niggas
niggas 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 but ya flow is slow and dense
I know my niggas the D ya smellin this
You that what you wrote while broke, yellin rich
Didn't know you shoulda spoke while sayin poor
Then biggie up 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 D-Elite it
fact, niggas is wack, wall street fuck it
X government agent yo name
Remember yo game you wont be spittin the same, motha fucka

ya name, gangsta!

My God!