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

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

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

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

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

Now my paint got me
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 ten shot

I got my mind on my money, on my mind
But some say a gift, I don't write 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 already
I find ways to say it, so you hear it
An' you hear it, you feel it, you know it's real
So this is how I live it, how it's for real, nigga

I'm for real
Diamonds wood, underground king for real
Big crib I lay, yeah, I'm livin' 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 rhinos, yeah, they be killin' shit
Masked up, shit, that's how my niggaz get
Chi town, NYC, that's how my get

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

I swoop five, he know the ride, loaded
Deliver pies like cake, go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't 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 ya'll hang
Transporter rapper, get a camcorder, film my life
Still accomplished, to fill they cups

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

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

Hit 'em in the body the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubt
Make you clean up house, bag up an ounce
Hit the dance an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it gon' be easy
you fuckin' 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, BD's an'
cobras 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, bust at you hoes an' I put eleven down wit' a clip
Niggaz servin' an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East regime, it's that Chi Roc shit