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 Prop Chain gang, right
Get low, the Roc in the building, nigga, holla
It's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who hotter 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' 'till 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 'round the corner from me
You could front 'round me, but I read through
Wit' the mili an' I ain't 'bout no Segal mac

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

Now my got me discounts
Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was to Pimp dot
An' if ten targets an' I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of ten shot

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

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

I'm shittin' for
Diamonds against wood, 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, that's I'm hittin' wit'
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, picture 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 street finally made it

I swoop five, he know the ride, heavily
Deliver like cake, they go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't wanna war
the State 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, my life
Still accomplished, tryin' to fill they

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

Twista will rock you, you don't the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, turnin' colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words an' portraits
For real that hold down they 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 dance an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit clique, it ain't gon' 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 like wars, I'm from a city full of Vice an' GDs
an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, BD's an' Stones
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
servin' fiftys an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East Coast regime, it's Chi Roc shit