Luyện nghe bài hát Art and Life

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

Ayo, ever a young buck, I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw, dish the law if come up
An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if there's a
An' the law get involved, then we get it summed up

put ya gun up, ya come round me
I go to war wit' 'round the corner 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 grind out on my friend's
'Til he's mom my Tim bots

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

I got my on my money, money on my mind
But some say a gift, I don't write but I rhyme
I complete songs with one try
Tell 'em no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

I never think, already there
I find ways to say it, so you hear it
An' when you hear it, you feel it, you it's real
So this is how I live it, how it's for real, nigga

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

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

Yes, picture me rollin'
The Smith an' Wesson'll stay goin', put a 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, loaded
Deliver pies like cake, they go straight yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't really war
With the State Prop clique, if ya shot us, squad up

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

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

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

Hit 'em in the wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubt
Make you clean up house, bag up an ounce
Hit the dance 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' Free

So an' breath easy or the scutches my future in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a city full of Vice 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, bust at you hoes an' I put eleven down wit' a clip
servin' fiftys an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East regime, it's that Chi Roc shit