Luyện nghe bài hát Leflah Leflour Eshkoshka

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

Yes
The name of shit here is
leflah 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 through your bubble y'all (vest y'all)
And yo chest y'all (chest y'all)

one: strang, rock, louisville

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 clappa fan plus I run rappers
Fab 5, mad live blow up the
Dru ha gets the paper black moon gets the props

Eh yo next to snap a be big r-o-c-k
Send mc's to me in squads of say
Rockness monsta, is he for real? it 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 like cordless slots 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 pass a bit of light
You tess the champion ya gwan die tonight
And 6 feet deep is you sleep
Eternally restin in you felt relief
Now big up to all my true headz in the
Stalkin the block not leavin the without they gat
You best ta that fab 5 got my back
(got my back) it's dat

Verse ruck, louisville

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

Guess who, punk chump, your 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 fallin
the bridges of london, but ain't too many niggaz runnin

Verse rock --> louisville in ()'s

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

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

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

a shame how these mc's are wannabees
Front on these and get hung up like (please)
Ease off selecta strangle ya
Plus bust on whoever passes through my sector
(so what you do when you stuck at thirty-two)
(degrees please, get off yo knees and these)
(now swallow these, buckshots the rifle)
(then I will make beat it and scream just like michael)
So how many corny mc's try
When sets shit off like the 4th of july
(nobody) why? ('cause everybody gets my brother)
(I smother a nigga then bounce like rubber)
Step to tha stage set the on fire
Yo desires, they call me siah 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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