Luyện nghe bài hát Leflah Leflour Eshkoshka

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

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

rock

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

Verse one: strang, rock,

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

Eh yo next to a neck be big r-o-c-k
mc's to me in squads 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, ain't no welcome in my home or
Knots get blown like cordless slots and
home or return like jedi
I bet I can without lai yo' stupid ass a red eye

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

Verse ruck, louisville

I control the masses, wit metaphors thats
Don't ask if the ruckest bash shit like cassius
I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be
'cause herbs jus be off the words I be kickin
I scold you, double headed for the petty
But I told you, bitch niggaz that ain't ready
Now I mold you, to the bitch that you are
wit the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred

Guess who, chump, your 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 sneak in where a in the cipher of the camp
Jus got so I took em out for a dance
triggas fallin down
Like the bridges of london, but too many niggaz runnin

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

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

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

Everybody framed, ain't nobody no more
evidence on your 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 your
To take away your stripe, you fucked up
You don't do right you're gwan get to spite
Our foundation stays thick through the war
I'm my eye out for infiltrators at the door

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

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