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 hotter than us? Okay,

Ayo, ever since a 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, then we never get it up

Never put ya gun up, ya round me
I go to war niggaz 'round the corner from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read through
the mili an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal 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
he's mom wanted my Tim bots

Now my got me discounts
Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was signed to dot
An' if it's ten targets an' I got ten
I'm tryin' to leave at nine out of them ten shot

I got my mind on my money, money on my
But some say it's a gift, I don't write but I
I complete with just 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 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 shittin' for
Diamonds wood, underground king 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 I'm hittin' wit'
Dummies in the rhinos, yeah, they be killin' shit
Masked up, kidnap shit, how my niggaz get
Chi town, NYC, how my niggaz get

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

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

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

Twista will you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile I drop you, turnin' 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 body wit' the powerful forces, end all your doubt
Make you clean up your house, bag up an
Hit the dance floor an'
We blessed wit' the talent, wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris
Bleek an' Wheezy

So speak an' breath easy or the 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 cobras an' all the soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

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