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

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

Ayo, ever since a young buck, I been on the 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, then we never get it up

Never put ya gun up, ya come me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I through that
Wit' the mili an' I talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

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

Now my paint got me
Or all around the world, like I was signed 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 mind on my money, on my mind
But some say it's a gift, I don't write but I
I complete songs just one try
'em it's no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

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

I'm for real
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, what I'm hittin' wit'
Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, be killin' shit
Masked up, kidnap shit, that's how my get
Chi town, NYC, how my niggaz get

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

I swoop five, he know the ride, loaded
Deliver pies like cake, they go 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 tucked ya'll hang
turned rapper, get a camcorder, film 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 foolproof when the full open you up

Twista will rock you, you don't want the apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words an' portraits
For real niggaz that hold down they fortress an' off of porches

Hit 'em in the wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your 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 gon' be easy
'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you wit Chris
an' Free Wheezy

So speak an' breath easy or the my future in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a city full of Lords an' GDs
Breeds an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, an' Stones
Spanish an' all the true soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

Watch me if for the killers 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 Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc shit