Luyện nghe bài hát Element (OG)

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

I'm willin' to die for shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a for this shit
Put the Bible and go eye for an eye for this shit
D.O.T. my enemy, catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
I been stomped out in of my momma
My commissary made it to commas
Bitch, all my grandmas
So nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy
millions later, know the feds watchin'
Auntie on my like, "Be cautious!"
I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on
I do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton
I'm to die for this shit, nigga
I'll take your fuckin' life for this shit,
We ain't goin' back to broke, family 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, made it look
They won't take me out my
Nah, take me out my

I'm to a bitch nigga, ayy
An imaginary nigga, ayy
Seven figures ho, that's slimmer than my figure, ayy
digital 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 'cause I go yeah, I go
They never been ready, yeah, I yeah, know yeah
100K spread the floor, 'cross the floor, yeah
None of y'all fuckin' with the flow yeah, the yeah
Years in the makin', and don't mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we about races
You know this'll be a tie, just look at their laces
You know take off, just gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five, that's the only
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the only

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

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

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

If I slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
It's the one and only, the greatest, the Kid Capri
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look
They take me out my element
Nah, me out my element