Luyện nghe bài hát Art and Life

Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free
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 than us? Okay,

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

Never put ya gun up, ya come me
I go to war niggaz 'round the corner from 'round me
You front 'round 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 back
An' I used to grind out on my spot
'Til he's mom my Tim bots

Now my got me discounts
Or trans-quo all around the world, 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 ten shot

I got my on my money, 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 no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

I never think, it's there
I find ways to say it, so you 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 wood, underground king for real
Big when I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for real
Trust me, the come off the shelf whenever shit'll get real

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hit 'em in the body wit' the forces, that'll end all your doubt
Make you up your 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' Twist if you fuck wit
Bleek an' Wheezy

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

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