Luyện nghe bài hát Leflah Leflour Eshkoshka

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

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

Chorus:

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

one: strang, rock, louisville

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

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

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

two: ruck, louisville

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

Guess who, punk chump, your jus blew
the originoo gun clappa two
Rushin through, three on three you see we
'cause we stay tight and not many niggas wanna
So sneak in where a nigga in the cipher of the
Jus got so I took em out for a dance
Bigga triggas fallin
Like the of london, but ain't too many niggaz runnin

Verse rock --> louisville in ()'s

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

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

Everybody framed, ain't nobody yappin no
I've on your click so y'all niggaz hit the floor
With that mouth murderin you got ass in hot water
Now I just oughta send a to your headquarters
To take your stripe, you fucked up tonight
You don't do right gwan get dead to spite
Our click foundation stays through the war
I'm keepin my eye out for infiltrators at the

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

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