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 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, 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, we never get it summed up

put ya gun up, ya come round me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I through that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't 'bout 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 out on my friend's spot
'Til mom wanted my Tim bots

Now my paint got me
Or trans-quo all the world, like I was signed to Pimp dot
An' if it's ten targets an' I got ten
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 write but I rhyme
I complete with just one try
Tell 'em it's no lie, I be all my life, dog

I think, it's already there
I ways to say it, so you motherfuckers 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 against wood, underground for real
Big crib when I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for
Trust me, the guns come off the shelf whenever get real

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

Yes, just 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 finally made it

I swoop five, he the ride, heavily loaded
Deliver pies like cake, they go straight yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't 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, 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 in the rain
A foolproof the full force open you up

Twista will rock you, you don't the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint
For real niggaz that hold down 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 an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't be easy
'Cause you wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris
Bleek an' Free

So an' breath easy or the scutches my future in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a city full of Lords an' GDs
Breeds an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, 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'
on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven 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