Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover that's down to ride
For a homicide, when its drama
Niggas thinkin' they MCs
Can't get touched, it's hammer time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you ash and purp
Your flow wack, my crack
Got marble floors, your crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need ankle
Don't ride around in LA, if you come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
orange coupes, orange juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you heard the
If your daughter need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get trapped in too
Mally Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the
20 Million, LK real, Yeezus in that SLR,
T Raw echelon, no Lil Jets just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My Maybach cost 2
you ain't got one? talk my language
I'm king shitting on yo
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small like
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on tombstone
You stain teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my mayo
You from Illinois? bring the noise
You ain't Don't talk to me
Grammy Don't talk to me
20 Million? Don't to me
levels to this shit boy
you basement, Don't to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that bitch you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no for this rap shit
Blood Money, Cash
got no time for this rap shit
Cash Money, Money
got no time for this rap shit
rap money, drug
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him a ratchet
Big U let a get some matches
I'ma torch the building La Familia
Pull up and spin a nigga
Light it up, a nigga like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming through with my
That chopper going through
This beef That's me shit
Pull up that Meek shit
That monster truck pull up side of that

(Niggas ain't nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
Cash Money, Family like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
T Raw? I got you, trip, nigga!

First off lemme go on 40 Glocc
Talk about my kids on
Nigga must wanna get his ass again!
Tell a lie I pulled out a Glock on him
make me resurrect Pac again!
You like Kendrick and Top and them
Have a nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Flock and them (green Light)
That go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas it's a (green Light)
From where my nigga died to
your niggas know it's a (green Light)
Better run the red ones
around and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I like no one)
(Step these bars and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but don't like no guns)
(Just close eyes and that light gon' come)
I don't with no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Dirk who nigga?
heard of these niggas
Some of the of these niggas
make me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, to murder these niggas
Black these niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' these

Ain't start making guns they made you nigga
Ain't no but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas to die too
Move in on 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
talking all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that free like this ass whooping
Come with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip your set like Killa Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen
Hit a 300 with my nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out
Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out
Old man and the capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD bring the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your
If you getting money hold your bread
Rock my P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? Fuck with me
I with stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, I mean Murderville
G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She never met a nigga who can't die
I'm so I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but it's free J
4Ch but I'm like in this Shark Tale
OG like a car
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk a lil dirt

(And knows you)
Dis ain't what want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought that was song!)
(I'm to show you)
You done caught a Little L dog
(Man nobody you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!