Luyện nghe bài hát Leflah Leflour Eshkoshka

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

Yes
The name of this here is
Leflour leflah
The fab 5

Chorus:

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

Verse one: strang, rock,

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

Eh yo next to snap a neck be big
Send mc's to me in squads of say
Rockness monsta, is he for real? it be
See him in as he transform that man's me
Enemies ain't kotter, ain't no welcome back in my or
Knots get blown like cordless slots and
Phone home or return 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 feet deep is where you
restin 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 ta believe that fab 5 got my back
(got my back) like dat

Verse two: ruck,

I the masses, wit metaphors thats massive
Don't ask if the nigga ruckest shit like cassius
I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be
'cause jus be shittin off the words I be kickin
I scold you, headed swords for the petty
But I told you, bitch 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, your jus blew
It's the originoo gun two
Rushin through, three on three you see we
'cause we stay tight and not many 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 fallin
Like the bridges of london, but too many niggaz runnin

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

Aiyyo why oh why did I cappucino
on my face but I'm not al pacino
(we 3 amigos) and dutch we bring mo'
Drama than what? (a nbc tv show)
(headz don't know and damn sure ready)
(niggas walk the wit more boop than betty)
Shit'll get heavy (back of the now surrender)
(my pon hits yo mix thoughts like a blender)
Then I dish off from a guard to a center
Like you hit rock bottom when you enter
(o.g.c. rush the scene, the from backup) yeah
(baseball bats 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 through
Two crews who claim they got funk true 'cause they doo-doo

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

Everybody framed, ain't nobody no more
I've evidence on your click so y'all niggaz hit the
With that mouth murderin you got ass in hot water
Now I just oughta a piece to your headquarters
To take away your stripe, you up tonight
You don't do you're gwan get dead to spite
Our click foundation stays thick 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 dungarees (please)
Ease off selecta wrecks ya
Plus bust asses on passes through my sector
(so what you gonna do when you at thirty-two)
(degrees please, get off yo and follow these)
(now swallow these, buckshots the rifle)
(then I make niggaz beat it and scream just like michael)
So how corny mc's gwan try
strang sets shit off like the 4th of july
(nobody) ('cause everybody gets bodies my brother)
(I smother a nigga then ruck bounce rubber)
to tha stage set the microphone on fire
Yo desires, call me siah 'cause I'm flyer
Live like wires, beast the east who is he
When I roar like a they say damn he gets busy

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