Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

Little]
C'mon, Tre' don status, hold my dick
I came in game like it's more 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 May, June, well into the summer
Why about different colors for various Coupes
green, fart blue, ooh clever you
Got mami drawers before the first phone call
Help me ma, I'll 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 good guys, 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 me niggaz
Cha Cha Cha, Cha Cha Cha
You cannot lie or deny niggaz ain't 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
Such threats five guys, five tecs
Go in best 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 though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut
My brethrens all veterans all throwin up
When we rock hits to the sky throw 'em up to the
Us and clash no more, we built the Rapport
So add a million or more is when I get at you whores, uh-huh
Me and Royce here to restore what we were before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

[Cut
Cut Throat, the livin threat shit the blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they buy
little guns y'all blow, I stay on the low (uhh)
Rap this and work the scale like so (uhh)
Take it to the gutter, we could duke or it out
Switchblades pump gauge, you about
Burn you to ya hood, we bang for the work
For the buildings or the blocks do the thang to the
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 even
I, be knee-deep in the beats made me
Let you know how 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 drug into another drug, cop that nigga

5'9"]
(State naaaame, gangsta!)
Jah da 5'9" speak and rhyme great, history's made
The street gangsta city flow race time
You feel the breeze push past, you get a
sign for cash, my hustle's the shit {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, tone keep it in range
to the grave I rock, fake niggaz shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine
Choice clothes, on my Bossi, and 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, 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 address the
Most niggaz don't see right, see light it's darkness
No but your flow's slow and dense
No guns in sight, no for the heartless
We run ya mics, you write like you're
I my niggaz hearin the D, ya smellin this
know, you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poor
You spoke that which you wrote while broke rich
Then Biggie up, "Kick in the Door," play it more
This is the evolution of emceein, who us?
Rah, stick up nigga, hand me ya listeners
Get a job we here, D-Elite, it
fact, niggaz is wack, Wall Street fuck it
X government agent yo' name, remember yo' game
You niggaz won't be the same, motherfucker

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!