Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover that's down to ride
For a homicide, its drama time
thinkin' that they MCs
Can't get touched, well it's hammer
Who the fuck is Lil
I dust you like ash and
flow wack, my flow crack
Got marble floors, floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, niggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
orange coupes, Ciroc juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas you heard the news
If your daughter ever need something, hesitate I got you
up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get in Vegas too
call Mally Mall he Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got in the field
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil and baby Nitty
My Maybach 2 chickens
you got one? Don't talk my language
I'm king on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too like Smeagol
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on your
You stain teenagers
barely on hundos
hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll bring the
You ain't Don't talk to me
Grammy nominated? talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's levels to this boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you asleep with!

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

(Niggas saying nothin')
aimed at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
T I got you, don't trip, nigga!

First off lemme go on 40 again
Talk my kids on Instagram?
must wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I out a Glock on him
Don't make me Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and
Have a bitch nigga to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka and them (green Light)
That mean go
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas it's a (green Light)
where my nigga died to Riverside
even your niggas know a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck around and be a one
(Jump in the of beef, 'cause I don't like no one)
(Step behind these bars and I don't not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but they like no guns)
(Just your eyes and that light gon' come)
I don't fuck no new niggas
like to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga?
Never of these niggas
of the nerve of these niggas
Don't me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to murder niggas
Black suburban niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
yeah I'm Young Bergin' niggas

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

(And nobody you)
Dis what they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought was Future's song!)
(I'm to show you)
You done caught a Little L dog
(Man nobody you)
You heard of Lil Nigga, hell nah!