Luyện nghe bài hát Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka

Yes, the name of shit here is
Leflour Eshkoshka, the Fab 5

Yes, yes,
O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the y'all
Fab 5 slam from to west y'all
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest
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 down to my
Make all you motherfuckers where I come from

'Cuz motherfuck Dan
I'm a gun clappa fan I run rappers stand
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
Send MC's to me in of three say
Rockness Monsta, is he for real? It be
See him in as he transform that man's me

ain't Kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home or
Knots get blown like slots and pay phones
Phone or Return like Jedi
I bet I can liegive yo' stupid ass a red eye

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

Now big up to all my headz in the east
the block not leavin' the house without they gat
You ta believe that Fab 5 got my back
like dat

I control the masses, wit' metaphors massive
Don't ask if the Ruckest bash shit like Cassius
I'm drastic, when it comes to I be flippin'
'Cuz herbs jus be shittin' off the I be kickin'

I scold you, headed swords for the petty
But I told you, bitch niggaz headz ain't ready
Now I mold you, back to the that you are
Fuckin' wit' the ruckest get bruised, battered and

Guess who, punk chump, your just blew
the original gun clappa two
Rushin' through, on three you can't see we
'Cuz 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'
Like the of London but ain't too many niggaz runnin'

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

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

Headz know and damn sure ain't ready
Niggas walk the streets wit' Boop than Betty
Shit'll get heavy back of the tree now
My pon yo mind mix thoughts like a blender

Then I off from a shooting guard to a center
Like Rockafella you hit rock bottom when you
O.G.C. rush the scene, the mission from
Baseball attack like Jersey fools that act up

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

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

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

It's a shame how these MC's are
Front on these and get up like dungarees
Ease off selecta 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 follow
Now swallow these, buckshots the rifle
Then I will make niggaz beat it and like Michael

So how many MC's gwan try
When strang shit off like the 4th of July
Nobody why? 'cuz everybody bodies, my brother
I smother a nigga then bounce like rubber

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

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

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