Luyện nghe bài hát Art and Life

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

Ayo, since a young buck, I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw, dish the law if they up
An' cheddar the sun up, if there's a ransom
An' the law get involved, then we never get it up

Never put ya gun up, ya come me
I go to war wit' niggaz the corner from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read through
Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no 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 all around the world, like I was signed to Pimp dot
An' if it's ten an' I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to leave at least out of them ten shot

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

I never think, already there
I ways to say it, so you motherfuckers hear it
An' when you hear it, you feel it, you know it's
So this is how I live it, how it's pictured for real,

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

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

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

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

S.P. game so tough
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked can't hang
Transporter rapper, get a camcorder, film my life
Still accomplished, tryin' to fill they

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

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

Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all doubt
Make you up your house, bag up an ounce
Hit the dance floor an'
We wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris
Bleek an' Free

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

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