Luyện nghe bài hát Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka

Yes, the of this shit here is
Leflah Eshkoshka, the Fab 5

Yes, yes,
O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best
Fab 5 slam east to west y'all
Sound pound straight through bubble vest y'all
And check yo chest

Ay curumba gun clappa number
One on tha set man, I cut ya like
Still play the back in my thunder gear to my underwear
Make all you motherfuckers 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 paper black moon still the props

Eh yo to snap 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 transform that me

Enemies ain't Kotter, no welcome back in my home or
Knots get blown cordless slots and pay phones
Phone home or Return Jedi
I bet I can without liegive yo' ass a red eye

Me nah
who can't see pass a little bit of light
You come tess the champion ya die tonight
And 6 feet is where you sleep
restin' in peace you felt relief

Now big up to all my true in the east
Stalkin' the block not leavin' the house they gat
You best ta believe Fab 5 got my back
like dat

I control the masses, wit' metaphors massive
ask if the nigga Ruckest bash shit like Cassius
I'm drastic, when it to verbs I be flippin'
'Cuz herbs jus be shittin' off the I be kickin'

I you, double 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' the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred

Guess who, punk chump, your just blew
It's the gun clappa two
Rushin' through, three on three you see we
'Cuz we stay tight and not 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 of London but ain't too many niggaz runnin'

Yes, yes,
O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best
Fab 5 slam east to west y'all
Sound pound straight through bubble vest y'all
And yo chest y'all

Aiyyo why, oh, why did I need
Scar on my but I'm not Al Pacino
We 3 amigos, Sparsky and Dutch we mo'
Drama what? A prime time NBC TV show

Headz don't and damn sure ain't ready
Niggas the streets 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 guard to a
Like Rockafella you hit rock bottom when you
O.G.C. rush the scene, the from backup
Baseball bats attack like Jersey that act up

is passed now, petrol, go get dough
Pepto-Bismol before nigga let go
He said go what you do grew I blew through
Two crews who claim got funk maybe true, 'cuz they doo-doo

Everybody framed, ain't yappin' no more
I've evidence on click so y'all niggaz hit the floor
that mouth, murderin' you got that ass in hot water
Now I just oughta send a piece to headquarters

To take away your stripe, you fucked up
You don't do right, you're get dead to spite
Our click stays thick through the war
I'm keepin' my eye out for infiltrators at the

It's a shame how these are wannabes
on these and get hung up like dungarees
Ease off selecta strangle ya
Plus bust asses on whoever through my sector

So what you gonna do when you at thirty-two
Degrees please, get off yo knees and follow
Now swallow these, buckshots the rifle
Then I will make niggaz beat it and like Michael

So how many corny MC's try
When sets shit off like the 4th of July
Nobody why? 'cuz gets bodies, my brother
I smother a nigga ruck bounce like rubber

Step to tha stage, set the microphone on
Yo desires, they call me siah, I'm flyer
Live like wires, from the east who is he
When I roar like a grizzly say, "Damn, he gets busy"

Yes, yes,
O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best
Fab 5 slam east to west y'all
Sound pound straight through bubble vest y'all
And check yo y'all

Yes, yes,
1 2 3 , rockin' Rappy be the y'all
Fab 5 slam east to west y'all
Sound pound straight through your vest y'all
And check yo y'all