Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

Little]
C'mon, Tre' Little don status, my dick
I came in this game like it's than rap (c'mon)
Say ya label push the back, now that's 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 talk about different colors for various
Shit green, fart blue, ooh you
Got mami droppin before the first phone call
me ma, I'll take a shot at any one of y'alls
We some gangstas, study the "Ten Commandments"
Stay +Big+, and "Hail Mary", that's how we live
Lay low good guys, catch you a hook I
know why you lie, ya crew ain't quite like
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 niggaz ain't rah-rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your and turn you cock-eyed
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
they gats all sing in unison 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 up sevens
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 sold or more is when I get at you whores,
Me and Royce here to restore we were buildin before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Throat]
Cut Throat, the threat street shit the blueprint
The guideline rappers until they buy mine
Them little guns y'all blow, I 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
Burn you to ya hood, we bang for the work
For the buildings or the blocks do the to the dirt
I'm a FUCK-in fool, crews 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 know how many fo'-five slugs gut take
a certified gangsta specialize in duct
Show your favorite how to be a thug, top that nigga

Turn your favorite drug into drug, cop that nigga

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

[Billy
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 might for the
We run ya mics, you write like retarded
I know my niggaz hearin the D, ya this
Didn't know, you shoulda spoke while sayin poor
You spoke that 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, me ya listeners
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 be spittin the same, motherfucker

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!