Luyện nghe bài hát Elements

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

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

Aliens is out of townish, fuck
Niggas clap now with forty pounders and
Is it all, fair in with war
Young ones with guns, like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, gonna die by the sword, uh

My vocal break the laws that apply to nature
Low and these niggas love to ya
Request the Henney no chaser
Twin I skyscrape ya, now gimme yours

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

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

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

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

I hate screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
Niggas 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 better come with best gun
Niggas be holdin', all war, no fun
Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under now
My squads down for whatever whoever now
get it on

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

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

This raw got more metal 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, down around the map

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

Yo, you be the actual, sixteen bars, after you
Never go my team, they might embarrass you
terrorist talk, fully 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 to clean a dirty dollar
the boards, it's like a rotweiler

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

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

Whoopin' ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass
Been burnin' MC's since cookin'
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 them to me
After detock, shorty got knuckles in the
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 better with your best gun
Niggas be holdin', all war no fun
be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now
My squads for whatever with whoever now
get it on