Luyện nghe bài hát Elements

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

Surround sounder, smokin', Remy downer
sizzar slingin' my raw in your flounder
You get skidawed, undertakin',
This lyricist, with low, that be lounger

is out of townish, fuck applause
Niggas clap now with forty pounders and
Is it all, in love with war
Young ones with guns, acting like 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 niggas love to ya
Request the Henney straight no
Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya, now yours

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

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

On one call me Lee Major
Million dollar man, bionic or 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, better duck or bite the bullet
You niggas got guns but you scared to death to it
Bet if I pull my gun I'm squeeze
I'm startin' at your head, son, and stoppin' at your

I hate your screwmugs, counterfeit thugs
Niggas mine, bet they come and get it in blood
Fat potential, birth to a corrupt mental
thoughts 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 under now
My down for whatever with whoever now
get it on

Best to come with best gun
Niggas be rollin', 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 like a four fifth glock
We got this shilock and all you clique got was lip lock
Heavy heat, street sweepin' your peeps
Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty

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

Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are five
The size oh two combine, can't even 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, sixteen bars, comin' you
Never go against my team, they embarrass you
Slit-slang terrorist talk, armed
Put your hands up, I'm a put a hole in paws

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

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

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

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

On each block, I'm the remedy, send back to me
detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok
Plus we got a with the Benz
What's the with the Benz?
She want the six-hundred, but she ain't got the

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