Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)
[Cha

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

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Cut Throat, the livin threat street the blueprint
The guideline rappers until they buy mine
Them little guns blow, I stay on the low (uhh)
Rap like this and work the scale so (uhh)
Take it to the gutter, we could duke or it out
Switchblades pump gauge, you about
Burn you to ya hood, we could bang for the
For the buildings or the blocks do the to the dirt
I'm a FUCK-in fool, crews and move
Stay in a FUCKED up mood, one up dude
When it's hot I, breathe in the heat, don't sleep
I, be in the beats that made me
Let you know how fo'-five slugs your gut take
a certified gangsta specialize in duct
Show your favorite thug how to be a thug, top nigga

your favorite drug into another drug, cop that nigga

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!