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

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

Ayo, ever since a young buck, I on the come up
Known to dish the raw, dish the law if come up
An' 'till the sun up, if there's a ransom
An' the law get involved, then we get it summed up

put ya gun up, ya come round me
I go to war wit' niggaz the corner from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read through
Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no mac

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, just picture me
The Smith an' stay goin', put a hole in yo' chest
It's just another hustle paper 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 through yo
Yup, chump, you really wanna war
With the State Prop clique, if ya clique us, squad up

S.P. game so damn
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked ya'll hang
turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my life
Still accomplished, to fill they cups

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

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

Hit 'em in the body the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubt
Make you clean up your house, bag up an
Hit the dance floor an'
We wit' the talent, fuck wit this 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 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 killers an'
all the pounds an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven wit' a clip
Niggaz fiftys an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc shit