Luyện nghe bài hát Element (OG)

New Kung Fu
Ain't nobody 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 to die for this shit
I cried for this 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 a vibe for this shit, ayy
I stomped out in front of my momma
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 watchin'
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 to die for this shit, nigga
I'll your fuckin' life for this shit, nigga
We goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope
That's why you maney-ass rap niggas know

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

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 criminals and money in my calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the G5
for me heavy 'cause I go yeah, I go yeah
They been ready, yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
100K spread the floor, 'cross the floor, yeah
None of 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 this'll never be a tie, just look at their laces
You know careers take off, gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five, the only logic
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the option

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it sexy
If I gotta go 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, take me out my

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

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

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