Luyện nghe bài hát Element (OG)

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

I'm willin' to die for shit
I cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this
D.O.T. my enemy, won't a vibe for this shit, ayy
I stomped out in front of my momma
My daddy commissary it to commas
Bitch, all my dead
So nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the watchin'
on my Telegram like, "Be cautious!"
I be out at Tam's, I be on Stockton
I do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton
I'm to die for this shit, nigga
I'll take fuckin' life for this shit, nigga
We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin'
That's why you maney-ass rap niggas know

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

I'm to a bitch nigga, ayy
An rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures ho, slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
digital 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 been ready, yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
spread across the floor, 'cross the floor, yeah
None of fuckin' with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
Years in the makin', and don't mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' races
You know this'll never be a tie, just at their laces
You know careers take off, just gotta be
Mr. One through Five, that's the logic
my death, go to Cuba, that's the only option

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

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

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

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, make it look sexy
It's the one and only, the greatest, the Kid Capri
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, make it look sexy
I up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won't me out my element
Nah, take me out my