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 don't give a fuck, I don't a fuck
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 this shit, might take a life for this
Put the Bible and go eye for an eye for this shit
D.O.T. my enemy, won't catch a for this shit, ayy
I been out in front of my momma
My daddy commissary made it to
Bitch, all my dead
So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on head, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the watchin'
on my Telegram 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 willin' to die for this shit,
I'll take your fuckin' life for shit, nigga
We ain't goin' back to broke, sellin' dope
That's why you maney-ass rap niggas know

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

I'm allergic to a nigga, ayy
An rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures ho, slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin' digital and on all y'all, ayy
Bunch of criminals and money in my calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, on the same G5
Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go yeah, I go
They never ready, yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
100K spread the floor, 'cross the floor, yeah
None of y'all fuckin' with the flow yeah, the flow
Years in the makin', and y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' races
You know this'll never be a tie, just look at laces
You know careers take off, just be patient
Mr. One through Five, that's the logic
Fake my death, go to Cuba, the only option

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 up, hop out, air out, made 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, a goddamn shame
You ain't front line, get out the way

Niggas thought they wasn't gonna see me,
Niggas that K-Dot real life
Was the same they see on TV, huh?
wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?
Next time hit the 10 freeway, we need a receipt, huh?
'Cause most of ain't real
Most of y'all gon'
of y'all just envy, but jealousy get you killed
Most of y'all throw rocks and try to your hand
Just say his name and I promise that 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
Last LP I tried to lift the artists
But it's a difference between 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, I'ma it look sexy
I up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won't take me out my
Nah, me out my element