Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

Little]
C'mon, Little don status, hold my dick
I came in this game like it's more rap (c'mon)
Say ya push the date back, now that's what you get
Dog, I'm tryin to destroy the 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
Shit green, fart blue, ooh you
Got mami droppin drawers before the first call
me ma, I'll take a shot at any one of y'alls
We gangstas, study the "Ten Crack Commandments"
Stay +Big+, and worship "Hail Mary", how we live
Lay low good guys, catch you a hook I
know why you lie, ya crew quite like mine
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 lie or deny these niggaz ain't rah-rah
Put the on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, you how to get live
threats expect five guys, five tecs
Go in depth best with the finger next to the
Make they gats all in unison like a quintet
They don't say whodi, son, dunn, or
You can owe 'em and say hi and greet you like "Hey guy"
though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My all veterans all throwin up sevens
we rock hits to the sky throw 'em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more, we 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 street shit the blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until buy mine
Them little guns 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 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, DUCK and move
Stay in a up mood, one FUCKED up dude
When hot I, breathe in the heat, don't even sleep
I, be in the beats that made me
Let you know how many fo'-five slugs your gut
a gangsta specialize 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 shake rhyme great, history's
The gangsta city flow race against time
You feel the breeze past, you get a grip
Never for cash, my hustle's the shit {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, earth keep it in range
Close to the grave I rock, niggaz shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, clips and fine weed
clothes, on my Bossi, and fine hoes
Long nights, bust those in small
Niggaz playin themselves for thinkin we rhyme
How would you fight me, I'm like ten 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, you're

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

[Billy
Billy Nix, man is here, listen 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 in sight, no might for the heartless
We run ya mics, you write you're retarded
I my niggaz hearin the D, ya smellin this
Didn't know, you shoulda spoke while broke poor
You spoke that which you wrote while broke yellin
Then Biggie up, "Kick in the Door," play it some
This is the of emceein, who dissin 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 be spittin the same, motherfucker

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!