Luyện nghe bài hát Art and Life

Yeah, Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free 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
the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who hotter than us? Okay, okay

Ayo, ever since a young buck, I been on the up
Known to the raw, dish the law if they come up
An' cheddar 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 corner 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I through that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no mac

Niggaz, see, back, we can see to that
Hit yo letters see through back, bring yo peoples back
An' I to grind out on my friend's spot
'Til 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 least nine out of them ten

I got my mind on my money, on my mind
But say it's a gift, I don't write 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' 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 shittin' for
Diamonds against wood, underground for real
Big when I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for real
Trust me, the guns come off the whenever shit'll get real

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

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

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

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

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 when the force open you up

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

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

So speak an' breath easy or the scutches my in 3D
I like wars, I'm a city full of Vice Lords an' GDs
Breeds an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, an' Stones
Spanish cobras an' all the true soldiers, an' I'm gone

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