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 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, ever since a young buck, I been on the up
to dish 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 get it summed up

Never put ya gun up, ya round 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 letters see through back, yo peoples back
An' I used to grind out on my spot
'Til mom wanted my Tim bots

Now my got me discounts
Or trans-quo all around the world, I was signed to Pimp dot
An' if ten targets 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 write but I rhyme
I complete songs with one try
Tell 'em no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

I never think, it's there
I find ways to say it, so you hear it
An' when you hear it, you feel it, you know real
So this is how I live it, how it's for real, nigga

I'm shittin' for
Diamonds against wood, underground king for
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 wit'
Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, they be killin'
up, kidnap shit, that's how my niggaz get
Chi town, NYC, how my niggaz get

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

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

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

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

Twista rock you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, turnin' colossal to fossils
I speak gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint portraits
For real niggaz that hold down they an' serve off of porches

Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your
Make you clean up house, bag up an ounce
Hit the dance an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't be easy
'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit
Bleek an' Free

So speak an' breath easy or the my future in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a full of Vice Lords an' GDs
an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, BD's an' Stones
Spanish cobras an' all the true soldiers, 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 hoes an' I put eleven wit' a clip
Niggaz fiftys an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc