Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

[Tre'
C'mon, Tre' Little don status, hold my
I came in game like it's more 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 is happy we came six covers, it's covered
That'll last about May, June, well into the
Why about different colors for various Coupes
Shit green, blue, ooh clever you
Got mami droppin drawers the first phone call
Help me ma, take a shot at any one of y'alls
We gangstas, study the "Ten Crack Commandments"
Stay +Big+, and worship "Hail Mary", that's how we
Lay low good guys, catch you with a I
know why you lie, ya crew ain't quite like
Spit it like ooh my, 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 these niggaz ain't rah-rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get
Such threats expect five guys, tecs
Go in depth best with the next to the index
Make gats all sing in unison like a quintet
They say whodi, son, dunn, or young'n
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 to the sky throw 'em up to the heavens
Us and crews no more, we built the Rapport
So add a million sold or is when I get at you whores, uh-huh
Me and here to restore what we were buildin before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Throat]
Cut Throat, the threat street shit the blueprint
The rappers sideline until they buy mine
Them little y'all blow, I stay on the low (uhh)
Rap like and work the scale like so (uhh)
Take it to the gutter, we could or shoot it out
Switchblades gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood, we could bang for the
For the or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I'm a fool, crews DUCK and move
Stay in a FUCKED up mood, one FUCKED up
When it's hot I, breathe in the heat, even sleep
I, be knee-deep in the beats made me
Let you how many fo'-five slugs your gut take
a certified gangsta in duct tape
Show your favorite how to be a thug, top that nigga

Turn your favorite 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 against
You feel the breeze past, you get a grip
sign for cash, my hustle's the shit {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, earth keep it in range
Close to the grave I rock, fake niggaz doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full and fine weed
Choice clothes, on my Bossi, and fine
Long nights, bust in small cris'
Niggaz playin for thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you me, I'm like ten families strong
Calm gladiator, navigator
by song, relate to it niggaz
Henny on the rocks toast to the real, in God we
Them blocks got a story to tell
All of a sudden seasons change, you're

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Nix]
Billy Nix, black man is here, listen
Spittin, to niggaz, X address the niggaz
Most niggaz don't see right, see light like it's
No offense but your flow's slow and
No in sight, no might for the heartless
We run ya mics, you write like retarded
I know my niggaz hearin the D, ya smellin
Didn't know, you spoke while broke sayin poor
You spoke that which you wrote while broke rich
Then up, "Kick in the Door," play 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, 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!