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 Chain gang, right
Get low, the Roc in the building, nigga, holla
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 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 round me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read through
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, bring yo peoples
An' I used to grind out on my friend's
'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 tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten

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

I never think, it's there
I find ways to say it, so you motherfuckers it
An' when you 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 come off the shelf whenever shit'll get real

Automatics an' clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit'
in the black rhinos, yeah, they be killin' shit
Masked up, shit, that's how my niggaz 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 another hustle paper gettin' made an' fold
Get mad, you street niggaz made it

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

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

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

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

So speak an' breath easy or the scutches my 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, an' I'm gone

me spit if for the killers an' hustlers
Flippin' all the an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven 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