Luyện nghe bài hát Element (OG)

New Fu Kenny
Ain't prayin' for me
Y'all know, happens on Earth stays on Earth
we go!
I give a fuck, I don't give 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 done cried for this shit, might a life for this shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for shit
D.O.T. my enemy, won't a vibe for this shit, ayy
I been stomped out in of my momma
My daddy made it to commas
Bitch, all my grandmas
So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on head, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the feds
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 to die for this shit, nigga
take your fuckin' life for this shit, nigga
We ain't goin' back to broke, family dope
That's why you rap niggas better know

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

I'm allergic to a nigga, ayy
An imaginary nigga, ayy
figures ho, that's slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin' and physical on all y'all, ayy
of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the G5
Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go yeah, I go
never been ready, yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
100K spread across the floor, 'cross the floor,
None of y'all fuckin' with the yeah, the flow yeah
in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' races
You know this'll be a tie, just look at their laces
You careers take off, just gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five, that's the only
Fake my death, go to Cuba, the only option

If I slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look 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 shame
You ain't front line, get out the way

Niggas thought they gonna see me, huh?
Niggas thought that K-Dot real
Was the same they see on TV, huh?
wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?
Next they hit the 10 freeway, we need a receipt, huh?
'Cause most of ain't real
Most of y'all gon'
Most of y'all just envy, but jealousy get you
Most of y'all throw and try to hide your hand
say his name and I promise that you'll see Candyman
Because it's all in your eyes, most of tell lies
Most of y'all don't fade, most of y'all been
Last LP I 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
won't take me out my element
Nah, take me out my