Luyện nghe bài hát Leflah Leflour Eshkoshka

* originally appeared as the extended of leflah on fab 5's blah 12"

Yes
The of this shit here is
Leflour eshkoshka
The fab 5

Chorus:

Yes yes (yes y'all)
O.g.c., heltah skeltah be the best (best y'all)
Fab 5 slam from east to y'all (west y'all)
Sound pound straight your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)
And yo chest y'all (chest y'all)

Verse one: strang, rock,

Ay curumba gun clappa number
One on tha set man I cut ya lumber
Still play the in my thundergear down to my underwear
all you motherfuckers wonder where
I come from, motherfuck dapper dan
I'm a gun fan plus I run rappers stand
Fab 5, mad blow up the spot
Dru ha gets the black moon still gets the props

Eh yo to snap a neck be big r-o-c-k
Send to me in squads of three say
monsta, is he for real? it can't be
See him in action as he that man's me
Enemies ain't kotter, ain't no back in my home or
Knots get blown like cordless and payphones
home or return like jedi
I bet I can without lai give yo' ass a red eye

Me nah
Niggaz who see pass a likkle bit of light
You come tess the champion ya die tonight
And 6 deep is where you sleep
Eternally restin in peace you felt
Now big up to all my true in the east
Stalkin the block not the house without they gat
You best ta believe fab 5 got my back
(got my back) like dat

two: ruck, louisville

I control the masses, wit thats massive
Don't ask if the ruckest bash shit like cassius
I'm drastic, it comes to verbs I be flippin
herbs jus be shittin off the words I be kickin
I scold you, headed swords for the petty
But I you, bitch niggaz that headz ain't ready
Now I mold you, back to the that you are
Fuckin wit the ruckest get bruised, and scarred

Guess who, punk chump, brain jus blew
It's the gun clappa two
Rushin through, on three you can't see we
'cause we stay and not many niggas wanna fight
So in where a nigga in the cipher of the camp
Jus got so I took em out for a dance
Bigga triggas down
Like the bridges of london, but ain't too many runnin

Verse three: --> louisville in ()'s

Aiyyo why oh why did I need
on my face but I'm not al pacino
(we 3 amigos) and dutch we bring mo'
Drama what? (a primetime nbc tv show)
(headz don't know and sure ain't ready)
(niggas the street wit more boop than betty)
get heavy (back of the tree now surrender)
(my pon hits yo mix thoughts like a blender)
Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a
Like rockafella you hit rock bottom you enter
(o.g.c. the scene, the mission from backup) yeah
(baseball attack like jersey fools that act up) act up
(folks is now, petrol, go get dough)
(pepto-bismol before nigga let go)
He said go what you do grew screwed I blew
Two who claim they got funk maybe true 'cause they doo-doo

Verse four: ruck, strang --> top in ()'s

Everybody framed, nobody yappin no more
I've evidence on click so y'all niggaz hit the floor
With that murderin you got that ass in hot water
Now I just oughta send a piece to headquarters
To take away stripe, you fucked up tonight
You do right you're gwan get dead to spite
Our click stays thick through the war
I'm keepin my eye out for at the door

It's a shame how mc's are wannabees
on these and get hung up like dungarees (please)
Ease off strangle wrecks ya
Plus bust asses on passes through my sector
(so what you gonna do you stuck at thirty-two)
(degrees please, get off yo knees and these)
(now these, buckshots from the rifle)
(then I make niggaz beat it and scream just like michael)
So how many corny gwan try
When strang sets shit off the 4th of july
(nobody) why? ('cause everybody gets my brother)
(I smother a nigga then ruck like rubber)
Step to tha stage set the on fire
Yo desires, they call me 'cause I'm flyer
like wires, beast from the east who is he
When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets

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