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

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

Ayo, ever since a young buck, I on the come up
Known to the raw, dish the law if they come up
An' cheddar the sun up, if there's a ransom
An' the law get involved, then we never get it up

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

Niggaz, see, back, we can see to that
Hit yo letters see through back, bring 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 it's ten 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 say it's 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 ways 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 pictured for real, nigga

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

an' extended 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, how my niggaz get

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

I swoop five, he the ride, heavily loaded
Deliver like cake, they go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't really war
the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up

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

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

Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug to pop you
when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all life I spit words an' paint 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 your house, bag up an
Hit the dance an' bounce
We blessed the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit
Bleek an' Free

So speak an' breath easy or the scutches my in 3D
I wars, I'm from a city full of Vice Lords 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
all the pounds an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put down wit' a clip
Niggaz servin' fiftys an' hundreds, I see you an' I'm on yo tip
an' this East Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc shit