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

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

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

Never put ya gun up, ya round me
I go to war wit' niggaz the corner from 'round me
You could front me, but I read through that
Wit' the mili an' I talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, shoot back, we can see to
Hit yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples
An' I used to grind out on my spot
'Til he's mom wanted my Tim

Now my paint got me
Or all around the world, like I was signed to Pimp dot
An' if it's ten targets an' I got ten
I'm tryin' to at least nine out of them ten shot

I got my mind on my money, money on my
But some say it's a gift, I don't but I rhyme
I complete songs just one try
Tell 'em it's no lie, I be all my life, dog

I never think, it's there
I find ways to say it, so you motherfuckers it
An' you hear it, you feel it, you know it's real
So this is how I 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 guns come off the shelf whenever get real

Automatics an' extended clips, what I'm hittin' wit'
Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, be killin' shit
Masked up, 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 made it

I swoop five, he the ride, heavily loaded
Deliver pies like cake, they go straight yo payment
Yup, chump, you really wanna war
With the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, up

S.P. game so 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 of Mandela, call my bluff
We the street dwellers, feel my pain
I spit a verse an' split a 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, everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint
For niggaz 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 floor an' bounce
We blessed the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you fuckin' wit' if you fuck wit Chris
an' Free Wheezy

So speak an' breath easy or the my future in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a city full of Lords 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 bust at you hoes an' I put eleven down a clip
servin' fiftys an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc shit