Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

[Tre'
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 date back, now that's you get
Dog, I'm to destroy the salary cap
The is happy we came six covers, it's covered
That'll last about May, June, well the summer
Why talk about different colors for Coupes
green, fart blue, ooh clever you
Got mami droppin before the first phone call
Help me ma, take a shot at any one of y'alls
We some gangstas, the "Ten Crack Commandments"
Stay +Big+, and worship "Hail Mary", how we live
Lay low guys, catch you with a hook I
know why you lie, ya crew ain't quite like
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 lie or deny these niggaz ain't rah-rah
Put the on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
to us not wise, told you how to get live
Such expect five guys, five tecs
Go in depth with the finger next to the index
Make they gats all sing in unison like a
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 all throwin up sevens
When we hits to the sky throw '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 we were buildin before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Throat]
Cut Throat, the livin threat street the blueprint
The guideline sideline until they buy mine
Them little y'all blow, I stay on the low (uhh)
Rap like this and the scale like so (uhh)
it to the gutter, we could duke 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, crews DUCK and
Stay in a up mood, one FUCKED up dude
it's 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 another drug, cop that nigga

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

[Billy
Billy Nix, black man is here, close
Spittin, to niggaz, X address 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 like you're retarded
I know my niggaz hearin the D, ya smellin
Didn't know, you shoulda spoke while broke poor
You spoke that you wrote while broke yellin rich
Then 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
fact, niggaz is wack, Wall Street fuck it
X government agent remember yo' name, remember yo'
You niggaz won't be spittin the same,

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!