Luyện nghe bài hát Elements

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

Surround sounder, smokin', Remy downer
sizzar slingin' my raw in your flounder
You get skidawed, undertakin',
This lyricist, lounge 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 with 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 niggas love to hate ya
the Henney straight no chaser
Twin I skyscrape ya, now gimme yours

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

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

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

Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck or bite 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 your screwmugs, rumble thugs
Niggas want mine, bet come and get it in blood
Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt
Foul thoughts paralyzin' temples, just that simple

You better come with best gun
Niggas be holdin', all war, no fun
Niggas be bowlin', you under 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 whoever now
get it on

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

raw rebel 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, face down the map

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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