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 y'all
And check yo chest

Ay curumba strang gun number
One on tha set man, I cut ya like
Still play the back in my thunder gear down to my
Make all you wonder where I come from

'Cuz motherfuck Dan
I'm a gun clappa fan plus I run stand
Fab 5, mad live blow up the
Dru Ha gets the paper black moon still the props

Eh yo next to a neck be big R O C K
Send 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, no welcome back in my home or
Knots get blown like cordless slots and pay
Phone home or Return like
I bet I can liegive yo' stupid ass a red eye

Me nah
Niggaz who see pass a little bit of light
You come the champion ya gwan die tonight
And 6 feet deep is you sleep
Eternally 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 that Fab 5 got my
It's dat

I control the masses, wit' that's massive
Don't ask if the nigga Ruckest shit like Cassius
I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be
herbs jus be shittin' off the words I be kickin'

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

Guess who, punk chump, your just blew
It's the gun clappa two
Rushin' through, three on 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 amped so I took 'em out for a
Bigga triggas fallin'
the bridges of London but ain't too many niggaz runnin'

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

why, oh, why did I need Cappuccino
Scar on my face but I'm not Al
We 3 amigos, Sparsky and we bring mo'
Drama than A prime time NBC TV show

Headz don't know and damn sure ready
Niggas walk the streets more Boop than Betty
Shit'll get back of the tree now surrender
My pon hits yo mix thoughts like a blender

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

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

Everybody framed, ain't nobody yappin' no
I've on your click so y'all niggaz hit the floor
that mouth, murderin' you got that ass in hot water
Now I oughta send a piece to your headquarters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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