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 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 on the come up
Known to dish the raw, the law if they come up
An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if there's a
An' the law get involved, we never get it summed up

Never put ya gun up, ya round me
I go to war niggaz 'round the corner from 'round me
You could front me, but I read through that
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, bring yo peoples
An' I used to grind out on my spot
'Til he's mom wanted my Tim

Now my got me discounts
Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was to Pimp dot
An' if it's ten an' I got ten shots
I'm to leave at least nine 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 just one try
'em it's no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

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

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

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

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

I five, he know the ride, heavily loaded
Deliver pies like cake, go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you really wanna war
With the Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up

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

The rap version of Mandela, my bluff
We still the street dwellers, my pain
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 I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint
For real niggaz that down they fortress an' serve off of porches

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

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

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