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', State Prop Chain gang, that's
Get low, it's the Roc in the building, nigga,
It's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who hotter us? Okay, okay

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

Never put ya gun up, ya round me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the from 'round me
You could front me, but I read through that
Wit' the mili an' I talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, back, we can see to that
Hit yo front letters see through back, bring yo back
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 signed to dot
An' if ten targets an' I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of ten shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hit 'em in the body wit' the forces, that'll end all your doubt
Make you clean up house, bag up an ounce
Hit the dance floor an'
We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be
'Cause you fuckin' wit' if you fuck wit Chris
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
Breeds an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, BD's an'
Spanish cobras an' all the true soldiers, an' I'm gone

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