Luyện nghe bài hát Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka

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

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

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

'Cuz motherfuck Dan
I'm a gun clappa fan I run rappers stand
Fab 5, mad live up the spot
Dru Ha the paper black moon still gets 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 real? It be
See him in action as he that man's me

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

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

I control the masses, wit' metaphors that's
Don't ask if the nigga bash shit like Cassius
I'm drastic, when it to verbs I be flippin'
'Cuz jus be shittin' off the words I be kickin'

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

Guess who, punk chump, your brain just
the original gun clappa two
Rushin' through, on three you can't see we
we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight

So sneak in a nigga in the cipher of the camp
Jus got so I took 'em out for a dance
Bigga triggas down
Like the bridges of London but ain't too niggaz runnin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

To take away 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 dungarees
off selecta strangle wrecks ya
Plus bust asses on whoever passes my sector

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

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

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
I roar like a grizzly they 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 your bubble vest y'all
And yo chest y'all

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