Luyện nghe bài hát Element (OG)

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

I'm willin' to die for shit
I done cried for shit, might take a life for this shit
Put the Bible and go eye for an eye for this shit
D.O.T. my enemy, won't catch a vibe for shit, ayy
I been stomped out in front of my
My commissary made it to commas
Bitch, all my dead
So ain't prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the feds
Auntie on my 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 shit, nigga
I'll take your fuckin' for this shit, nigga
We ain't goin' to broke, family sellin' dope
That's why you rap niggas better know

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma it look sexy
If I go hard on a bitch, I'ma 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 rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures ho, that's slimmer than my figure, ayy
Goin' and physical on all y'all, ayy
Bunch of and money in my phone 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 spread across the floor, the floor, yeah
of y'all fuckin' with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
Years in the makin', and don't mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' races
You know this'll never be a tie, just at their laces
You careers take off, just gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five, that's the logic
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the only

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

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

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

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