Luyện nghe bài hát Art and Life

Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my Free Wheez
The boy, Twista, holla, my life on the track,
Up an' comin', Prop Chain gang, that's right
Get low, it's the Roc in the building, nigga,
It's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who hotter us? Okay, okay

Ayo, ever since a buck, I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw, 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 wit' niggaz 'round the from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read that
Wit' the an' I ain't 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 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 to leave at least nine out of them ten shot

I got my on my money, money on my mind
But say it's a gift, I don't 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 find ways to say it, so you hear it
An' you hear it, you feel it, you know it's real
So is how I live it, how it's pictured for real, nigga

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

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

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

I swoop five, he know the ride, heavily
Deliver pies cake, they go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you really wanna war
With the State clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up

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

The rap version of Mandela, my bluff
We the street dwellers, feel my pain
I spit a an' split a clip in the rain
A when the full force open you up

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

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

So speak an' easy 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, an' Stones
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, bust at you hoes an' I put eleven down wit' a clip
Niggaz fiftys an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc shit