Luyện nghe bài hát Element (OG)

New Kung Fu
nobody prayin' for me
Y'all know, happens on Earth stays on Earth
we go!
I don't give a fuck, I give a fuck
I give a, I don't give a, I don't give a fuck

I'm willin' to die for this
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for shit
D.O.T. my enemy, won't catch a vibe for shit, ayy
I been out in front of my momma
My commissary made it to commas
Bitch, all my dead
So ain't nobody for me, I'm on your head, ayy
millions later, know the feds watchin'
Auntie on my like, "Be cautious!"
I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on
I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for
I'm to die for this shit, nigga
I'll your fuckin' life for this shit, nigga
We ain't goin' back to broke, sellin' dope
That's why you rap niggas better know

If I gotta slap a nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, it look sexy
They won't take me out my
Nah, me out my element

I'm to a bitch nigga, ayy
An imaginary nigga, ayy
Seven ho, that's slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin' and physical on all y'all, ayy
Bunch of criminals and in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the G5
for me heavy 'cause I go yeah, I go yeah
They never ready, yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
100K spread across the floor, the floor, yeah
None of y'all fuckin' with the flow yeah, the flow
Years in the makin', and don't mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about
You know this'll be a tie, just look at their laces
You careers take off, just gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five, that's the logic
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the only

If I slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it sexy
They won't take me out my
Nah, take me out my

Damned if I do, if I (yuh)
Goddamn us all if you (yuh)
Damn, damn, damn, it's a goddamn
You ain't line, get out the goddamn way

Niggas they wasn't gonna see me, huh?
Niggas thought K-Dot real life
Was the life they see on TV, huh?
Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free,
Next time hit the 10 freeway, we need a receipt, huh?
most of y'all ain't real
Most of y'all squeal
Most of y'all just envy, but get you killed
Most of y'all throw rocks and try to your hand
Just say his name and I that you'll see Candyman
Because all in your eyes, most of y'all tell lies
Most of y'all don't fade, most of been advised
Last LP I to lift the black artists
But it's a difference between black artists and wack

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it sexy
It's the one and only, the greatest, the Kid Capri
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma it look sexy
I up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They take me out my element
Nah, take me out my