Luyện nghe bài hát D-Elite Part 2

State ya gangsta!

Little]
Tre' Little don status hold my
Say ya label push the date now that's what you get
I came in this game like it's more rap
Dog, I'm tryin' to destroy the cap
The Source is we came six covers its covered
last about May, June well into the summer
Why about different colors for various coupes
Shit green fart Blue, clever you
Help me ma' I'll take a shot at any one of
Got droppin' draws before the first phone call
We some gangstas the ten crack commandments
Stay big worship Hail Mary that's how we
Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, why you lie
Ya crew aint quite 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 nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, you how to get live
Go in depth best with the finger to the index
Such threats expect five guys, five
Make they all sing in unison like a quintet
don't say whodi, son, dun, or youngn
You can owe em and say hi and they greet you "Hey Guy"
What up 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 more we it from poor
Me and Royce hit and restore what we were before
So add a million sold or more I get at you whores

ya name gangsta!

[Cut
Cut the living threat street shit to blueprint
The guideline rappers until they bow down
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 duke or it out
pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we bang 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 up mood one FUCKED up dude
When its hot I, in the heat don't even sleep
I be knee deep in the beats that me
Certified gangsta specialize in Tape
Let you know how fo' five slugs ya gut take
Show ya favorite how to be a thug, top that (NIGGA!)
ya favorite drug into another drug, cop that (NIGGA!)

State ya gangsta!

5'9]
Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great made
The street gangsta flow race against time
sign for cash my hustles the shit
You feel the breeze past you get a grip
Millennium game, earth keep it in range
to the grey I rock fake niggas shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and weed
Choice clothes my blocked seein fine foes
Long nights bust those in small
Niggaz playin themselves just we rhyme alike
How you fight me I'm like ten families strong
by song relate to it niggas
Henny on the rocks to the real in God we trust
Calm song navigator
Them whole gotta story tell
All of a sudden change, your welcome

State ya gangsta!

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

ya name, gangsta!

My God!