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 y'all
Fab 5 slam east to west y'all
Sound straight through your bubble vest y'all
And check yo y'all

Ay curumba strang gun clappa
One on tha set man, I cut ya lumber
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 stand
Fab 5, mad live up the spot
Dru Ha gets the paper moon still gets the props

Eh yo to snap a neck be big R O C K
Send MC's to me in of three say
Monsta, is he for real? It can't 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 blown like slots and pay phones
Phone home or like Jedi
I bet I can liegive yo' stupid ass a red eye

Me nah
Niggaz who see pass a little bit of light
You tess the champion ya gwan die tonight
And 6 feet deep is where you
Eternally in peace you felt relief

Now big up to all my headz in the east
Stalkin' the block not leavin' the without they gat
You best ta that Fab 5 got my back
It's dat

I the masses, wit' metaphors that's massive
Don't ask if the nigga Ruckest bash like Cassius
I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be
'Cuz 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

who, punk chump, your brain just blew
It's the gun clappa two
through, three on three you can't see we
'Cuz we tight and not many niggas wanna fight

So sneak in a nigga in the cipher of the camp
Jus got amped so I took 'em out for a
Bigga triggas down
Like the bridges of London but too many niggaz runnin'

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

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

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

Then I dish off from a shooting to a center
Like Rockafella you hit rock 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 this let go
He go what you do grew screwed I blew through
Two crews who claim they got funk maybe true, 'cuz they

Everybody framed, nobody yappin' no more
I've evidence on your so y'all niggaz hit the floor
With that mouth, 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 do right, you're gwan get dead to spite
Our foundation stays thick through 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 strangle wrecks ya
Plus bust on whoever passes through my sector

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

So how corny 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 rubber

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

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

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