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, the Roc in the building, nigga, holla
the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who hotter than us? Okay, okay

Ayo, ever since a young buck, I on the come 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 never get it up

Never put ya gun up, ya round me
I go to war wit' niggaz the corner from 'round me
You front 'round me, but I read through that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' no Segal mac

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

Now my got me discounts
Or all around the world, like I was signed to Pimp 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 mind on my money, money on my
But say it's a gift, I don't write but I rhyme
I complete with just one try
'em it's no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

me spit if for the killers an' hustlers
Flippin' all the 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' East Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc shit