Luyện nghe bài hát D-Elite Part 2

State ya gangsta!

[Tre'
Tre' Little don status my dick
Say ya label push the date back now what you get
I came in this game like more 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
green fart Blue, oooh clever you
Help me ma' I'll take a at any one of y'all
Got mami droppin' draws before the first call
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 quite 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 these niggas aint rah rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of nose and turn you cock-eyed
to us not wise, told you how to get live
Go in depth with the finger next to the index
threats expect five guys, five techs
Make they gats all sing in unison a quintet
They don't say whodi, son, dun, or
You can owe em and say hi and greet you like "Hey Guy"
up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My brethrens all all throwin up sevens
When we rock to the sky throw em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more we built it from
Me and Royce hit and restore what we buildin before
So add a million sold or more when I get at you

ya name gangsta!

[Cut
Cut the living threat street shit to blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow
Them 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 gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we could for the work
For the or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I'ma FUCK-in fool DUCK and move
Stay in a up mood one FUCKED up dude
When its hot I, breathe in the heat don't even
I be deep in the beats that made me
Certified specialize in Duct Tape
Let you know how many fo' five ya gut take
Show ya 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 shake rhyme great made
The street gangsta flow race against time
Never sign for cash my the shit
You feel the breeze push you get a grip
game, earth tone keep it in range
Close to the grey I rock fake niggas doubt us
by crooks, full clips and fine weed
Choice my mind blocked seein fine foes
Long nights bust those in small
Niggaz themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten strong
Manipulation by song to it niggas
Henny on the rocks to the real in God we trust
Calm gladiator song
Them whole blocks gotta story
All of a sudden change, your welcome

ya name gangsta!

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

ya name, gangsta!

My God!