Luyện nghe bài hát Art and Life

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

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

Never put ya gun up, ya round me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, back, we can see to that
Hit yo front letters see back, bring yo peoples back
An' I used to grind out on my friend's
he's mom wanted my Tim bots

Now my paint got me
Or all around the world, like I was signed to Pimp dot
An' if ten targets an' I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten

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 with just one try
Tell 'em it's no lie, I be all my life, dog

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

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

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

Yes, just picture me
The Smith an' stay goin', put a hole in yo' chest
It's just another hustle paper gettin' made an'
Get mad, you street niggaz made it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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