Luyện nghe bài hát D-Elite Part 2

State ya gangsta!

Little]
Tre' don status hold my dick
Say ya label the date back now that's what you get
I came in this game like it's more rap
Dog, I'm to destroy the salary cap
The Source is happy we six covers its covered
That'll last about May, well into the summer
Why about 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 droppin' draws before the first phone call
We some gangstas the ten crack commandments
Stay big worship Hail Mary how we live
Lay low good catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, 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 on the bridge of your nose 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
Such threats expect five guys, 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"
What up Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My all veterans all throwin up sevens
When we hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no we built it from poor
Me and Royce hit and restore what we buildin before
So add a sold or more when I get at you whores

State ya gangsta!

[Cut
Cut Throat the living street shit to blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow
little 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
pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya we could bang for the work
For the building or the blocks do the thang to the
I'ma FUCK-in fool crews and move
in a FUCKED up mood 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 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!)

ya name gangsta!

[Jah
Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great made
The gangsta city flow race against time
Never sign for cash my the shit
You feel the breeze push past you get a
Millennium game, tone keep it in range
Close to the grey I rock niggas shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine
clothes my mind blocked seein fine foes
Long nights bust those in small
playin 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 toast to the real in God we
Calm gladiator song
Them whole blocks gotta tell
All of a sudden seasons change, your

State ya gangsta!

Nix]
Billie Nix black man is listen close
Spittin to niggas, X address the niggas
Most niggas see right see light like its darkness
No in sight no might for the heartless
We run ya mics you write like you
No offense but ya flow is slow and
I know my niggas hearin the D ya smellin
You that what you wrote while broke, yellin rich
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 nigga hand me ya
Get a job we D-Elite touch it
Matter fact, niggas is wack, street fuck it
X government agent remember yo
Remember yo game you niggas wont be spittin the same, motha

ya name, gangsta!

My God!