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

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

Ayo, since a young buck, I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw, dish the law if come up
An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if 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 the corner from 'round me
You front 'round me, but I read through that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, shoot back, we can see to
Hit yo letters see through back, bring yo peoples back
An' I to grind 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 it's ten an' I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to leave at least out of them 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 think, it's already there
I find ways to say it, so you hear it
An' when you hear it, you feel it, you know real
So is how I live it, how it's pictured for real, nigga

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

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

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

I swoop five, he know the ride, heavily
Deliver pies like cake, they go straight yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't wanna war
With the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, up

S.P. game so damn
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked can't hang
turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my life
Still accomplished, tryin' to they cups

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

Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug 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 that hold down they fortress an' serve off of porches

Hit 'em in the wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubt
Make you clean up house, bag up an ounce
Hit the dance floor an'
We blessed wit' the talent, wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you fuckin' Twist if you fuck 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 soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

Watch me spit if for the an' hustlers
all the pounds an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you an' I put eleven 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