Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

Little]
C'mon, Tre' Little don status, hold my
I came in this game like it's than rap (c'mon)
Say ya push the date back, now that's what you get
Dog, I'm tryin to the salary cap
The Source is happy we six covers, it's covered
last about May, June, well into the summer
Why talk about colors for various Coupes
Shit green, fart blue, ooh you
Got mami droppin drawers before the phone call
Help me ma, I'll a shot at any one of y'alls
We gangstas, study the "Ten Crack 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 crew ain't quite mine
Spit it like ooh my, these like ooh my

(State naaaame, gangsta!)
Cha]

It's the C-H-A, say it me niggaz
Cha Cha Cha, Cha Cha Cha
You lie or deny these niggaz ain't rah-rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you
Steppin to us not wise, you how to get live
Such threats expect five guys, tecs
Go in depth best with the finger next to the
Make they all sing in unison like a quintet
don't say whodi, son, dunn, or young'n
You can owe 'em and say hi and they greet you "Hey guy"
though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My brethrens all veterans all throwin up
we rock 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 more is I get at you whores, uh-huh
Me and here to restore what we were buildin before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

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

Turn your favorite drug into another drug, cop that

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Nix]
Billy Nix, man is here, listen close
Spittin, to niggaz, X address the niggaz
Most niggaz see right, see light 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 write like you're
I my niggaz hearin the D, ya smellin this
Didn't know, you shoulda spoke while sayin poor
You spoke that you wrote 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, is wack, Wall Street fuck it
X agent remember yo' name, remember yo' game
You niggaz won't be the same, motherfucker

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!