Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

Little]
C'mon, Little don status, hold my dick
I came in this game like it's than rap (c'mon)
Say ya label push the date back, now what you get
Dog, I'm tryin to the salary cap
The Source is we came six covers, it's covered
That'll last about May, June, into the summer
Why about different 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 labels 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 these niggaz rah-rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, you how to get live
threats expect five guys, five tecs
Go in depth best with the finger to the index
Make they gats all sing in like a quintet
They don't say whodi, son, dunn, or
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 rock hits to the sky 'em up to the heavens
Us and clash 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 restore what we were buildin

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

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

Turn your favorite drug into drug, cop that nigga

5'9"]
(State naaaame, gangsta!)
Jah da 5'9" speak and shake rhyme great, made
The street gangsta city flow race time
You feel the breeze past, you get a grip
Never sign for cash, my the shit {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, earth tone it in range
to the grave I rock, fake niggaz shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and 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 families
Calm gladiator, navigator
Manipulation by song, to it niggaz
Henny on the toast to the real, in God we trust
whole blocks got a story to tell
All of a seasons change, you're welcome

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

[Billy
Billy Nix, black man is here, listen
Spittin, just to niggaz, X address the
niggaz don't see right, see light like it's darkness
No offense but your flow's and dense
No guns in sight, no might for the
We run ya mics, you write you're retarded
I know my hearin the D, ya smellin this
know, you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poor
You spoke which you wrote while broke yellin rich
Then Biggie up, "Kick in the Door," 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, Street fuck it
X agent remember yo' name, remember yo' game
You niggaz be spittin the same, motherfucker

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!