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

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

Ayo, ever since a young buck, I been on the up
Known to dish the raw, the law if they come 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' niggaz 'round the corner 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, shoot back, we can see to
Hit yo front see through back, bring yo peoples back
An' I to grind out on my friend's spot
he's mom wanted 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 say it's a gift, I don't write but I rhyme
I songs with just one try
Tell 'em it's no lie, I be all my life, dog

I think, it's already there
I find to say it, so you motherfuckers hear it
An' when you hear it, you feel it, you know real
So this is how I live it, how it's pictured for real,

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

Automatics an' clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit'
Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, be killin' 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 another hustle paper gettin' made an' fold
Get mad, you street niggaz finally 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 State Prop clique, if ya clique us, squad up

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

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

Twista will rock you, you want the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all 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, that'll end all doubt
Make you clean up house, bag up an ounce
Hit the floor an' bounce
We wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you fuckin' wit' if you fuck wit Chris
Bleek an' Wheezy

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

Watch me if for the killers an' hustlers
Flippin' all the an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven down wit' a
Niggaz servin' an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East Coast regime, that Chi Roc shit