Luyện nghe bài hát Elements

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

sounder, blunt 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 and forty-fours
Is it all, fair in love war
Young with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh

My vocal cords the laws that apply to nature
Low and niggas love to hate ya
Request the Henney no chaser
Twin towerin' I ya, now gimme yours

Trifled disciple, arch reppin' with weapons that homicidal
Star leaves you from 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 gather well, data shells
My camouflage your wealth like the Bible with parables
With the navigator, spittin' sharp
laser data that'll tickle you now, but slay you later

On one call me Lee Major
Million dollar man, or professor chronic
Still not a player, I just fuck a lot, the panty
shorty's mad, they curse 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 to pull it
Bet if I pull my gun I'm squeeze
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 birth to a corrupt
Foul paralyzin' temples, it's just that simple

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

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

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

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

Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four
The size oh two nines combine, even tickle mine
I told you once, I told ass a thousand times, chump
Body in the trunk, stay in line punk, fucking your mind?

Yo, you be the actual, bars, comin' after you
Never go against my team, they might you
Slit-slang talk, fully armed
Put your hands up, I'm a put a in your paws

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

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

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

Whoopin' ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass
Been burnin' MC's since class
Makin' it hot like the in the crackspot
With blacktops, my nickle slot, bar, hit the jackpot

On each block, I'm the remedy, them back to me
After detock, shorty got knuckles in the
Plus we got a problem the Benz
the problem with the Benz?
She want the six-hundred, but she got the ends

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