Luyện nghe bài hát Art & Life (Chi-Roc)

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

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

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

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

Now my got me discounts
Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was signed to dot
An' if ten targets 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 it's a gift, I don't but I rhyme
I complete with just one try
Tell 'em no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

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

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

Automatics an' extended clips, that's what I'm hittin'
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 an' Wesson'll stay goin', put a hole in yo' chest
It's just hustle paper gettin' made an' fold
Get mad, you street finally made it

I swoop five, he know the ride, loaded
Deliver pies like cake, they go straight yo payment
Yup, chump, you really 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, to fill they cups

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

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

So speak an' breath or the scutches my future in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a city of Vice Lords an' GDs
Breeds an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, BD's an'
Spanish cobras an' all the true soldiers, an' I'm gone

Watch me spit if for the an' hustlers
Flippin' all the pounds an'
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven 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 that Chi Roc