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', State Chain gang, that's right
Get low, the Roc in the building, nigga, holla
It's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who hotter than us? Okay,

Ayo, ever since a young buck, I been on the up
Known to dish the raw, the law if they come up
An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if a ransom
An' the law get involved, then we never get it up

put ya gun up, ya come round me
I go to war niggaz 'round the corner from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read through
Wit' the an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

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

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

I got my on my money, money on my mind
But some say it's a gift, I don't write but I
I complete songs with 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 motherfuckers it
An' you hear it, you feel it, you know it's real
So this is how I live it, how pictured for real, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, everything colossal to fossils
I street 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 body wit' the powerful forces, end all your doubt
you clean up your house, bag up an ounce
Hit the floor 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' Wheezy

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 spit if for the an' hustlers
all the pounds an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put down wit' a clip
Niggaz servin' an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East Coast regime, it's Chi Roc shit