Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

[Tre'
C'mon, Tre' don status, hold my dick
I came in this like it's more than rap (c'mon)
Say ya label push the date back, now that's you get
Dog, I'm tryin to destroy the cap
The is happy we came six covers, it's covered
That'll last about May, June, into the summer
Why talk about 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 some gangstas, study the "Ten Commandments"
Stay +Big+, and "Hail Mary", that's how we live
Lay low good guys, catch you with a I
know why you lie, ya crew ain't quite 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 ain't
Put the barrel on the of your 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 finger next to the
Make they gats all sing in like a quintet
They say whodi, son, dunn, or young'n
You can owe 'em and say hi and greet you like "Hey guy"
Whattup Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My all veterans all throwin up sevens
When we hits to the sky throw 'em up to the heavens
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 what we were before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Throat]
Cut Throat, the livin threat street shit the
The guideline rappers sideline 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
pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood, we could 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 up mood, one FUCKED 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 fo'-five slugs your gut take
a gangsta specialize in duct tape
Show your favorite how to be a thug, top that nigga

Turn favorite 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 against
You the breeze push past, you get a grip
Never for cash, my hustle's the shit {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in
Close to the grave I rock, niggaz shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine
Choice clothes, on my Bossi, and hoes
Long nights, bust those in cris'
Niggaz playin for thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me, I'm like ten families
Calm gladiator, navigator
Manipulation by song, relate to it
Henny on the rocks toast to the real, in God we
Them whole 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, just to niggaz, X address the
Most niggaz 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 poor
You that which you wrote while broke yellin rich
Then up, "Kick in the Door," play it some more
is the evolution of emceein, who dissin us?
Gettin Rah, up nigga, hand me ya listeners
Get a job we here, D-Elite, it
Matter fact, niggaz is wack, Wall fuck it
X agent remember yo' name, remember yo' game
You niggaz be spittin the same, motherfucker

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!