Luyện nghe bài hát Art and Life

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

Ayo, ever a young buck, I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw, dish the law if they 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 come me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner from 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 back, bring yo peoples back
An' I used to grind out on my friend's
he's 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 an' I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to leave at nine out of them ten shot

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

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

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

Automatics an' extended clips, what I'm hittin' wit'
Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, be killin' 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 another hustle paper gettin' made an' fold
Get mad, you niggaz finally made it

I swoop five, he the ride, heavily loaded
Deliver pies like cake, go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you really wanna war
With the State clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up

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

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

Twista rock you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop you
when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint
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 doubt
Make you clean up your house, bag up an
Hit the floor an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't be easy
'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you wit Chris
Bleek an' Free

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 soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

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