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

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

Ayo, since a young buck, I been on the come up
to dish the raw, dish the law if they come up
An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if 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 through
the mili 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 to grind out on my friend's spot
he's mom wanted my Tim bots

Now my paint got me
Or trans-quo all 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 them ten

I got my on my money, money on my mind
But some say a gift, I don't write but I rhyme
I complete songs with one try
Tell 'em it's no lie, I be 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 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, underground king for
Big crib when I lay, yeah, I'm for real
Trust me, the come off the shelf whenever shit'll 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 me rollin'
The Smith an' Wesson'll stay goin', put a in yo' chest
It's just another hustle paper gettin' made an'
Get mad, you street niggaz finally it

I swoop five, he know the ride, loaded
Deliver pies like cake, they go through 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 ya'll can't hang
Transporter turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my
Still accomplished, tryin' to fill cups

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

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

Hit 'em in the body wit' the forces, that'll end all your doubt
Make you up your house, bag up an ounce
Hit the floor an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't be easy
'Cause you wit' Twist 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, an' Stones
cobras an' all the true soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

Watch me spit if for the killers an'
Flippin' all the pounds an'
Hate on me, I'ma at you hoes an' I put eleven down 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