Luyện nghe bài hát State Your Name

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

[Tre'
C'mon, Little don status, hold my dick
I came in this game like it's more rap (c'mon)
Say ya label 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 about May, June, well into the summer
Why talk about different colors for Coupes
Shit green, blue, ooh clever you
Got droppin drawers before the first phone call
Help me ma, I'll take a 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 a hook I
know why you lie, ya crew quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these like ooh my

(State naaaame, gangsta!)
Cha]

It's the C-H-A, say it with me
Cha Cha Cha, Cha Cha Cha
You cannot lie or deny these niggaz 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
threats expect five guys, five tecs
Go in best with the finger next to the index
Make they gats all sing in like a quintet
They don't say whodi, son, dunn, or
You can owe 'em and say hi and they you like "Hey guy"
Whattup Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My all veterans all throwin up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky 'em up to the heavens
Us and clash no more, we built the Rapport
So add a million sold or is when I get at you whores, uh-huh
Me and Royce to restore what we were buildin before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Throat]
Cut Throat, the threat street shit the blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they buy
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
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you
Burn you to ya hood, we could bang for the
For the buildings or the blocks do the to the dirt
I'm a fool, crews DUCK and move
in a FUCKED up mood, one FUCKED up dude
When it's hot I, breathe in the heat, even sleep
I, be in the beats that made me
Let you know how many fo'-five your gut take
a gangsta specialize in duct tape
Show your thug how to be a thug, top that nigga

your favorite drug 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 push past, you get a
sign for cash, my hustle's the shit {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in
Close to the I rock, fake niggaz shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine
Choice clothes, on my Bossi, and hoes
Long nights, those in small cris'
Niggaz playin themselves for thinkin we alike
How would you fight me, I'm like ten families
Calm gladiator, navigator
by song, relate to it niggaz
Henny on the rocks toast to the real, in God we
Them whole got a story to tell
All of a sudden seasons change, welcome

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Nix]
Billy Nix, black man is here, close
Spittin, just to niggaz, X address the
Most niggaz don't see right, see light like it's
No offense but your flow's and dense
No in sight, no might for the heartless
We run ya mics, you like you're retarded
I know my hearin the D, ya smellin this
Didn't know, you shoulda while broke sayin poor
You spoke that which you wrote while yellin rich
Then Biggie up, "Kick in the Door," play it more
This is the of emceein, who dissin us?
Gettin Rah, stick up nigga, me ya listeners
Get a job we here, D-Elite, it
Matter fact, niggaz is wack, Wall Street it
X government remember yo' name, remember yo' game
You niggaz won't be the same, motherfucker

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!