Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)
Cha]

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Throat]
Cut Throat, the livin street shit the blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they buy
Them little y'all blow, I stay on the low (uhh)
Rap like this and work the scale so (uhh)
Take it to the gutter, we duke or shoot it out
Switchblades gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood, we bang for the work
For the or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I'm a fool, crews DUCK and move
Stay in a FUCKED up mood, one FUCKED up
When it's hot I, breathe in the heat, don't even
I, be knee-deep in the beats made me
Let you know how many slugs your gut take
a certified specialize in duct tape
Show your favorite thug how to be a thug, top that

your favorite drug into another drug, cop that nigga

5'9"]
(State naaaame, gangsta!)
Jah da 5'9" speak and rhyme great, history's made
The gangsta city flow race against time
You the breeze push past, you get a grip
Never sign for cash, my the shit {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, earth keep it in range
Close to the grave I rock, niggaz shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, clips and fine weed
clothes, on my Bossi, and fine hoes
Long nights, bust those in cris'
Niggaz playin themselves for thinkin we alike
How you fight me, I'm like ten families strong
gladiator, song navigator
Manipulation by song, to it niggaz
on the rocks toast to the real, in God we trust
Them whole blocks got a to tell
All of a seasons change, you're welcome

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!