Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

Little]
C'mon, Tre' Little don status, hold my
I in this game like it's more than rap (c'mon)
Say ya push the date back, now that's what you get
Dog, I'm to destroy the salary cap
The Source is happy we came six covers, covered
That'll last about May, June, into the summer
Why talk about colors for various Coupes
Shit green, blue, ooh clever you
Got mami droppin drawers before the first call
Help me ma, I'll take a at any one of y'alls
We some gangstas, study the "Ten Commandments"
Stay +Big+, and worship "Hail Mary", that's how we
Lay low guys, catch you with a hook I
why you lie, ya crew ain't quite like mine
Spit it 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 these niggaz rah-rah
Put the barrel on the of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
to us not wise, told you how to get live
Such threats five guys, five tecs
Go in depth best with the finger to the index
Make they gats all sing in unison like a
They 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 all veterans all throwin up sevens
When we rock to the sky throw 'em up to the heavens
Us and clash no more, we built the Rapport
So add a sold or more is when I get at you whores, uh-huh
Me and Royce here to what we were buildin before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

[Cut
Cut Throat, the livin threat street shit the
The guideline sideline until they buy mine
Them guns y'all blow, I stay on the low (uhh)
Rap like this and work the like so (uhh)
Take it to the gutter, we could or shoot it out
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you
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 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 that me
Let you know how many fo'-five your gut take
a certified gangsta specialize in duct
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
Never sign for cash, my the shit {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, earth tone it in range
Close to the I rock, fake niggaz shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full and fine weed
clothes, on my Bossi, and fine hoes
Long nights, those in small cris'
Niggaz themselves for thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you me, I'm like ten families strong
Calm gladiator, song
by song, relate to it niggaz
Henny on the toast to the real, in God we trust
Them whole got a story to tell
All of a sudden seasons change, welcome

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Nix]
Billy Nix, black man is here, listen
Spittin, just to niggaz, X the niggaz
Most don't see right, see light like it's darkness
No offense but your flow's slow and
No guns in sight, no for the heartless
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 sayin
You spoke that which you wrote broke yellin rich
Then Biggie up, "Kick in the Door," play it some
This is the of emceein, who dissin us?
Gettin Rah, stick up nigga, hand me ya
Get a job we here, D-Elite, it
Matter fact, niggaz is wack, Wall fuck it
X government agent yo' name, remember yo' game
You won't be spittin the same, motherfucker

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!