Luyện nghe bài hát Art and Life

Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my Free Wheez
The boy, Twista, holla, my on the track, okay
Up an' comin', State Prop gang, that's right
Get low, the Roc in the building, nigga, holla
the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who hotter than us? Okay, okay

Ayo, ever a young buck, I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw, dish the law if they up
An' 'till the sun up, if there's a ransom
An' the law get involved, then we get it summed up

put ya gun up, ya come round me
I go to war wit' 'round the corner from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read that
the mili an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, shoot back, we can see to
Hit yo front letters see through back, yo peoples back
An' I to grind out on my friend's spot
'Til mom wanted my Tim bots

Now my got me discounts
Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was to Pimp dot
An' if it's ten targets an' I got ten
I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of ten shot

I got my mind on my money, on my mind
But some say it's a gift, I don't write but I
I complete songs with one try
'em it's no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

I think, it's already there
I find to say it, so you motherfuckers hear it
An' you hear it, you feel it, you know it's real
So this is how I it, how it's pictured for real, nigga

I'm for real
Diamonds against wood, king for real
Big crib when I lay, yeah, I'm for real
Trust me, the guns come off the shelf whenever shit'll get

an' extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit'
Dummies in the rhinos, yeah, they be killin' shit
Masked up, kidnap shit, how my niggaz get
Chi town, NYC, how my niggaz get

Yes, just me rollin'
The Smith an' Wesson'll stay goin', put a in yo' chest
It's just another paper gettin' made an' fold
Get mad, you niggaz finally made it

I five, he know the ride, heavily loaded
Deliver pies cake, they go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't really war
With the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, up

S.P. so damn tough
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked ya'll hang
Transporter turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my
Still accomplished, to fill they cups

The rap version of Mandela, my bluff
We still the street dwellers, feel my
I spit a verse an' split a clip in the
A when the full force open you up

Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit an' paint portraits
For real niggaz that down they fortress an' serve off of porches

Hit 'em in the body wit' the forces, that'll end all your doubt
you clean up your house, bag up an ounce
Hit the floor an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit
an' Free Wheezy

So an' breath easy or the scutches my future in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a city full of Lords an' GDs
an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, BD's an' Stones
Spanish an' all the true soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

Watch me spit if for the killers an'
Flippin' all the an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven down a clip
servin' fiftys an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc shit