Luyện nghe bài hát Element (OG)

New Kung Fu
Ain't nobody for me
Y'all know, what happens on Earth on Earth
we go!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a
I don't give a, I give a, I don't give a fuck

I'm willin' to die for shit
I done cried for this shit, might a life for this shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this
D.O.T. my enemy, won't a vibe for this shit, ayy
I stomped out in front of my momma
My daddy commissary it to commas
Bitch, all my dead
So nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy
Thirty later, know the feds watchin'
on my Telegram like, "Be cautious!"
I be out at Tam's, I be on Stockton
I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for
I'm willin' to die for this shit,
I'll take your life for this shit, nigga
We ain't goin' back to broke, sellin' dope
That's why you maney-ass rap niggas better

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, it look sexy
They won't take me out my
Nah, me out my element

I'm to a bitch nigga, ayy
An imaginary nigga, ayy
Seven figures ho, that's slimmer my bitch figure, ayy
Goin' and physical on all y'all, ayy
Bunch of criminals and money in my calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the G5
Checkin' for me heavy I go yeah, I go yeah
never been ready, yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
100K across the floor, 'cross the floor, yeah
None of fuckin' with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
Years in the makin', and don't y'all it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about
You know this'll never be a tie, just at their laces
You careers take off, just gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five, the only logic
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the only

If I slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, it look sexy
They take me out my element
Nah, take me out my

Damned if I do, if I (yuh)
Goddamn us all if you (yuh)
Damn, damn, damn, a goddamn shame
You ain't line, get out the goddamn way

Niggas thought wasn't gonna see me, huh?
Niggas thought that K-Dot life
Was the same life see on TV, huh?
Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free,
Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we a receipt, huh?
'Cause most of y'all ain't
Most of y'all squeal
Most of y'all just envy, but jealousy get you
Most of y'all rocks and try to hide your hand
Just say his name and I promise that see Candyman
Because it's all in your eyes, most of y'all lies
Most of y'all don't fade, of y'all been advised
Last LP I tried to lift the artists
But it's a difference black artists and wack artists

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it sexy
It's the one and only, the greatest, the Kid Capri
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, make it look sexy
I up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
won't take me out my element
Nah, me out my element