Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

(D-Elite.. your naaaame, gangsta!)

Little]
C'mon, Tre' Little don status, my dick
I in this game like it's more than rap (c'mon)
Say ya label push the back, now that's what you get
Dog, I'm tryin to the salary cap
The Source is we came six covers, it's covered
That'll last May, June, well into the summer
Why talk about different for various Coupes
green, fart blue, ooh clever you
Got mami droppin before the first phone call
Help me ma, I'll take a at any one of y'alls
We some gangstas, the "Ten Crack Commandments"
Stay +Big+, and worship "Hail Mary", that's how we
Lay low good guys, catch you with a I
why you lie, ya crew ain't quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these labels ooh my

(State naaaame, gangsta!)
[Cha

the C-H-A, say it with me niggaz
Cha Cha Cha, Cha Cha Cha
You cannot lie or deny these niggaz rah-rah
Put the on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get
Such threats expect five guys, five
Go in best with the finger next to the index
Make they gats all in unison like a quintet
They don't say whodi, son, dunn, or
You can owe 'em and say hi and they you like "Hey guy"
Whattup though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut
My brethrens all all throwin up sevens
When we rock to the sky throw 'em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more, we the Rapport
So add a million or more is when I get at you whores, uh-huh
Me and Royce here to restore we were buildin before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

[Cut
Cut Throat, the livin threat street the blueprint
The rappers sideline until they buy mine
little guns y'all blow, I stay on the low (uhh)
Rap like and work the scale like so (uhh)
Take it to the gutter, we could duke or it out
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you
Burn you to ya hood, we could for the work
For the or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I'm a FUCK-in fool, DUCK and move
in a FUCKED up mood, one FUCKED up dude
When hot I, breathe in the heat, don't even sleep
I, be knee-deep in the beats that me
Let you how many fo'-five slugs your gut take
a certified specialize in duct tape
your favorite thug how to be a thug, top that nigga

Turn your favorite drug into drug, cop that nigga

5'9"]
(State naaaame, gangsta!)
Jah da 5'9" speak and shake rhyme great, history's
The street city flow race against time
You feel the breeze past, you get a grip
Never for cash, my hustle's the shit {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in
Close to the grave I rock, fake shouldn't doubt us
by crooks, full clips and fine weed
Choice clothes, on my Bossi, and hoes
nights, bust those in small cris'
Niggaz playin for thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me, I'm like ten strong
Calm gladiator, navigator
by song, relate to it niggaz
Henny on the toast to the real, in God we trust
Them whole got a story to tell
All of a sudden seasons change, welcome

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

[Billy
Billy Nix, man is here, listen close
Spittin, just to niggaz, X the niggaz
niggaz don't see right, see light like it's darkness
No offense but flow's slow and dense
No guns in sight, no might for the
We run ya mics, you write like you're
I my niggaz hearin the D, ya smellin this
Didn't know, you shoulda spoke broke sayin poor
You spoke which you wrote while broke yellin rich
Then up, "Kick in the Door," play it some more
is the evolution of emceein, who dissin us?
Gettin Rah, stick up nigga, hand me ya
Get a job we here, D-Elite, it
fact, niggaz is wack, Wall Street fuck it
X government remember yo' name, remember yo' game
You niggaz won't be spittin the same,

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!