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 a fuck
I don't give a, I don't give a, I don't a fuck

I'm willin' to die for this
I done cried for this shit, might a life 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 out in front of my momma
My daddy commissary made it to
Bitch, all my dead
So ain't nobody for me, I'm on your head, ayy
Thirty later, know the feds watchin'
Auntie on my like, "Be cautious!"
I be out at Tam's, I be on Stockton
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 shit, nigga
We ain't goin' to broke, family sellin' dope
That's why you rap niggas better know

If I gotta a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look 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 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' digital and on all y'all, ayy
Bunch of and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, on the same G5
Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go yeah, I go
never been 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 don't y'all it
I got 'em by a landslide, we about races
You know this'll never be a tie, just at their laces
You know careers take off, just be patient
Mr. One Five, that's the only 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 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

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

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

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it sexy
the one and only, the world's greatest, the Kid Capri
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 me out my element
Nah, me out my element