Luyện nghe bài hát D-Elite Part 2

State ya gangsta!

[Tre'
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 is happy we came six covers its covered
That'll last about May, well into the summer
Why about different colors for various coupes
Shit green fart Blue, oooh you
Help me ma' I'll take a shot at any one of
Got mami draws before the first phone call
We some gangstas study the ten commandments
Stay big worship Hail that's how we live
Lay low good guys catch you a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew aint quite like
Spit it like ooh my, these labels 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 bridge of your and turn you cock-eyed
to us not wise, told you how to get live
Go in depth best with the next to the index
threats expect five guys, five techs
Make they gats all sing in like a quintet
don't say whodi, son, dun, or youngn
You can owe em and say hi and they greet you "Hey Guy"
up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My all veterans all throwin up sevens
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 what we were before
So add a sold or more when I get at you whores

ya name gangsta!

[Cut
Cut Throat the living street shit to blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow
Them little guns blow I stay on the low
Rap like and work the scale like "So"
Take it to the gutter we could or shoot it out
pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we could for the work
For the building or the blocks do the thang to the
I'ma FUCK-in fool crews and move
Stay in a FUCKED up mood one FUCKED up
When its hot I, in the heat don't even sleep
I be deep in the beats that made me
Certified gangsta in Duct Tape
Let you know how many fo' five slugs ya gut
Show ya thug how to be a thug, top that (NIGGA!)
Turn ya favorite into another drug, cop that (NIGGA!)

State ya gangsta!

[Jah
Jah da 5'9 speak and rhyme great history made
The street gangsta city flow against time
Never sign for my hustles the shit
You feel the breeze past you get a grip
game, earth tone keep it in range
Close to the grey I rock fake shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, clips and fine weed
Choice clothes my blocked seein fine foes
Long nights bust in small Christ
Niggaz 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 whole 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 the niggas
Most niggas don't see see light like its darkness
No guns in no might for the heartless
We run ya mics you like 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, yellin
Didn't know you shoulda while broke sayin poor
Then biggie up kick in the door play it more
This is the evolution of emcee who us?
Gettin Rah up nigga hand me ya listeners
Get a job we D-Elite touch it
Matter fact, niggas is wack, wall fuck it
X government agent remember yo
Remember yo game you niggas wont be spittin the same, motha

ya name, gangsta!

My God!