Luyện nghe bài hát Elements

There, there, one more
Yo, uh huh, uh huh,

Surround sounder, blunt smokin', downer
Hip-hop slingin' my raw in your flounder
You get skidawed, undertakin',
This lyricist, lounge low, that be lounger

Aliens is out of townish, applause
Niggas now with forty pounders and forty-fours
Is it all, in love with war
Young ones guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh

My vocal cords break the laws that apply to
Low and these love to hate ya
Request the straight no chaser
Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya, now yours

Trifled disciple, arch rival with weapons that homicidal
Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars, punk
I'm as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ
psalms in the streets of Babylon

Verbs I gather well, standard shells
My squad camouflage wealth like the Bible with parables
With the navigator, spittin' razor
Breath laser that'll tickle you now, but slay you later

On one call me Lee Major
Million dollar man, bionic or professor
not a player, I just fuck a lot, the panty raider
Guess shorty's mad, they you wild on your sky pager
ass

Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or the bullet
You niggas got guns but you to death to pull it
Bet if I my gun I'm gon' squeeze
I'm at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees

I hate screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
want mine, bet they come and get it in blood
Fat potential, birth to a corrupt mental
Foul thoughts paralyzin' temples, it's just that

You come with your best gun
Niggas be holdin', all war, no fun
Niggas be bowlin', you niggas pressure now
My squads down for whatever with now
get it on

Best to with your best gun
Niggas be rollin', all war, no fun
Niggas be holdin', you niggas under now
My squads down for whatever with now
get it on

Arm leg shots to hit the spot a four fifth glock
We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got was lip
heat, steady street sweepin' your peeps
Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty

raw rebel got more metal than pop and rock groups
When my glock the scores settled
A ground attack, I'm bound to clap of rap
Clowns are found flat, down around the map

Simple minds, cripple smiles, my are four five
The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle
I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times,
Body in the trunk, stay in line punk, fucking with mind?

Yo, you be the actual, bars, comin' after you
go against my team, they might embarrass you
Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully
Put your hands up, I'm a put a in your paws

Ruin your side show, low, brains fried from hydro
Two choices, bass off or die slow
We all scholars when it's time to clean a dollar
the boards, it's like a rotweiler

Niggas comin' out they like they usher
These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks
The hunter, iron lungster, rain and thunder
Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas

Pushin' buttons to step away from self-destruction
Inch and a half from touchin' somethin', suckin' away from bustin'
Ya'll brothers now and cry later
I rap from to Omega, sixty four to Sega

Whoopin' that ass, walk you through the lookin' glass
Been burnin' MC's cookin' class
it hot like the summer in the crackspot
With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the

On each block, I'm the remedy, send them to me
After detock, got knuckles in the Reebok
we got a problem with the Benz
What's the problem with the
She the six-hundred, but she ain't got the ends

You come with your best gun
Niggas be holdin', all war no fun
Niggas be bowlin', you under pressure now
My squads for whatever with whoever now
get it on