Luyện nghe bài hát Art and Life

Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free
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 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 come me
I go to war wit' 'round the corner from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read through
the mili an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, back, we can see to that
Hit yo front letters see back, bring yo peoples back
An' I used to grind out on my spot
he's mom wanted 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 least nine out of them ten

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

I never think, it's there
I find to say it, so you motherfuckers 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
Diamonds wood, underground king for real
Big when I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for real
Trust me, the guns come off the shelf shit'll get real

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

Yes, just picture me
The an' Wesson'll stay goin', put a hole in yo' chest
It's just another paper gettin' made an' fold
Get mad, you street finally 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 clique, if ya clique shot 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 fill cups

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

Twista will rock you, you don't want the apostle to pop you
Hostile when I you, turnin' everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all life I spit words an' paint portraits
For real niggaz hold down they 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 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 full of Vice Lords an' GDs
an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, BD's an' Stones
Spanish an' all the true soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

Watch me spit if for the an' hustlers
Flippin' all the an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma 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
Twista an' this East Coast regime, that Chi Roc shit