Luyện nghe bài hát Elements

There, there, one game
Yo, uh huh, uh huh,

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

Aliens is out of townish, fuck
Niggas clap now with forty pounders and
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 apply to nature
Low and niggas love to hate ya
Request the Henney straight no
Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya, now yours

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

Verbs I well, standard data shells
My squad your wealth like the Bible with parables
With the navigator, spittin' sharp
Breath laser data that'll you now, but slay you later

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

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

I hate your screwmugs, counterfeit thugs
Niggas want mine, bet come and get it in blood
Fat potential, gave to a corrupt mental
Foul thoughts paralyzin' temples, it's that simple

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

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

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

This raw got more metal than pop and rock groups
When my glock shoots the scores
A attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap
Clowns are found flat, face around the map

minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five
The size oh two nines combine, can't tickle mine
I you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump
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, armed
Put your hands up, I'm a put a in your paws

Ruin your side show, eyes low, fried from hydro
Two choices, bass off or either die
We all scholars when it's time to a dirty dollar
Attack the boards, it's a rotweiler

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

Pushin' buttons just to away from self-destruction
Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin', away from bustin'
brothers laugh 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 slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot

On each block, I'm the remedy, send back to me
After detock, shorty got in the Reebok
Plus we got a problem the Benz
What's the with the Benz?
She want the six-hundred, but she 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 down for whatever whoever now
get it on