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

Yeah, Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free Wheez
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 on the come up
Known to dish the raw, dish the law if they up
An' 'till the sun up, if there's a ransom
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 front 'round me, but I read through
Wit' the an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal 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 around the world, like I was signed to 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 mind on my money, on my mind
But some say a gift, I don't write but I rhyme
I complete songs just one try
'em it's no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

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

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

Yes, picture me rollin'
The an' Wesson'll stay goin', put a hole 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, loaded
Deliver like cake, they go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't really war
With the State Prop clique, if ya shot us, squad up

S.P. game so tough
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 version of Mandela, my bluff
We still the street dwellers, my pain
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 drop you, turnin' everything to fossils
I speak gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint portraits
For real niggaz that hold down they fortress an' serve off of

Hit 'em in the wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubt
Make you up your house, bag up an ounce
Hit the dance an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris
Bleek an' Wheezy

So speak an' breath 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 cobras an' all the soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

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