Luyện nghe bài hát Art and Life

Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free
The boy, Twista, holla, my on the track, okay
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, dish the law if come up
An' cheddar 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 wit' niggaz 'round the from 'round me
You could 'round me, but I read through that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, shoot back, we can see to
Hit yo front letters see through back, yo peoples back
An' I used to grind out on my spot
'Til he's mom wanted my Tim

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

I got my mind on my money, money on my
But some say it's a gift, I write but I rhyme
I songs with just 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 know real
So this is how I live it, how pictured for real, nigga

I'm for real
Diamonds against wood, underground for real
Big crib when I lay, yeah, I'm for real
Trust me, the guns come off the shelf whenever get real

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

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

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

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

The rap of Mandela, call my bluff
We still the street dwellers, 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 to fossils
I speak gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint portraits
For real niggaz that hold down fortress an' serve off of porches

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

So an' breath easy or the scutches my future in 3D
I wars, I'm from a city 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
Flippin' all the an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven down a clip
Niggaz servin' fiftys an' hundreds, I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc