Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

Little]
C'mon, Tre' Little don status, hold my
I came in this game it's more than rap (c'mon)
Say ya push the date back, now that's what you get
Dog, I'm tryin to the salary cap
The Source is happy we came six covers, covered
That'll last about May, June, into the summer
Why talk different colors for various Coupes
Shit green, fart blue, ooh you
Got mami droppin drawers before the phone call
me ma, I'll take a shot at any one of y'alls
We some gangstas, the "Ten Crack Commandments"
Stay +Big+, and worship "Hail Mary", that's how we
Lay low guys, catch you with a hook I
know why you lie, ya crew quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these labels 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 of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
to us not wise, told you how to get live
Such threats expect five guys, five
Go in depth best with the next to the index
Make they gats all sing in unison a quintet
don't say whodi, son, dunn, or young'n
You can owe 'em and say hi and they you like "Hey guy"
Whattup Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My brethrens all all throwin up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky throw 'em up to the
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 Royce here to restore what we were before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Throat]
Cut Throat, the livin threat street the blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline they buy mine
little 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
pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood, we could bang for the
For the buildings or the blocks do the to the dirt
I'm a FUCK-in fool, crews and move
in a FUCKED up mood, one FUCKED up dude
When it's hot I, breathe in the heat, don't even
I, be in the beats that made me
Let you know how many fo'-five your gut take
a certified gangsta specialize in duct
Show your favorite how to be a thug, top that nigga

Turn your favorite drug 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 push past, you get a
Never sign for cash, my the shit {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in
Close to the grave I rock, niggaz shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, clips and fine weed
Choice clothes, on my Bossi, and fine
nights, bust those in small cris'
Niggaz playin for thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you me, I'm like ten families strong
Calm gladiator, navigator
Manipulation by song, relate to it
Henny on the rocks to the real, in God we trust
whole blocks got a story to tell
All of a sudden seasons change, welcome

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

[Billy
Billy Nix, black man is here, listen
Spittin, just to niggaz, X address the
niggaz don't see right, see light like it's darkness
No but your flow's slow and dense
No in sight, no might for the heartless
We run ya mics, you write like you're
I know my niggaz hearin the D, ya smellin
Didn't know, you shoulda while broke sayin poor
You spoke that which you while broke yellin rich
Biggie up, "Kick in the Door," play it some more
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 Street it
X government agent remember yo' name, yo' game
You niggaz won't be the same, motherfucker

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!