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 east to west y'all
Sound straight through your bubble vest y'all
And yo chest y'all

Ay curumba strang gun clappa
One on tha set man, I cut ya lumber
Still play the back in my gear down to my underwear
Make all you wonder 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
MC's to me in squads of three say
Rockness Monsta, is he for real? It be
See him in as he transform that man's me

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

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

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

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

I scold you, double headed for the petty
But I told you, bitch niggaz that headz ready
Now I mold you, back to the bitch you are
Fuckin' wit' the ruckest get bruised, and scarred

who, punk chump, your brain just blew
It's the original gun two
Rushin' through, three on three you see we
'Cuz we stay tight and not niggas wanna fight

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

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

Aiyyo why, oh, why did I Cappuccino
on my face 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 ain't ready
Niggas walk the streets wit' more than Betty
Shit'll get heavy of the tree now surrender
My pon hits yo mind mix thoughts a blender

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

Folks is now, petrol, go get dough
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, 'cuz they

Everybody framed, ain't yappin' no more
evidence on your click so y'all niggaz hit the floor
With that mouth, murderin' you got 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, gwan get dead to spite
Our click foundation stays thick the war
I'm keepin' my eye out for at the door

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

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

So how many corny MC's try
When strang sets off like the 4th of July
why? 'cuz everybody gets bodies, my brother
I smother a nigga then ruck bounce rubber

Step to tha stage, set the microphone on
Yo desires, they me siah, 'cuz I'm flyer
like wires, beast 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 y'all
Fab 5 from 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 from east to west y'all
Sound pound straight through your bubble y'all
And check yo y'all