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', State Prop gang, that's right
Get low, the Roc in the building, nigga, holla
It's the Roc, bitch, who hotter than us? Okay, okay

Ayo, ever a young buck, I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw, the law if they come up
An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if there's a
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 from me
You could front 'round me, but I through that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' 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 my Tim bots

Now my paint got me
Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was signed to 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 on my money, money on my mind
But some say a gift, I don't write but I rhyme
I songs with just one try
Tell 'em it's no lie, I be all my life, dog

I think, it's already there
I find ways to say it, so you motherfuckers 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 for real
Diamonds against wood, king for real
Big when I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for real
me, the guns come off the shelf whenever shit'll get real

Automatics an' extended clips, that's what I'm hittin'
Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, be killin' shit
Masked up, kidnap shit, that's how my get
Chi town, NYC, that's how my get

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

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

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

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

Twista will you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, turnin' colossal to fossils
I street gospel, all they 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 powerful forces, that'll end all your
Make you clean up your house, bag up an
Hit the dance floor an'
We wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you wit Chris
an' Free Wheezy

So speak an' easy or the scutches my future in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a full of Vice Lords an' GDs
Breeds an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, BD's an'
cobras an' all the true soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

Watch me spit if for the an' hustlers
Flippin' all the an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven wit' a clip
Niggaz servin' fiftys an' hundreds, I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East regime, it's that Chi Roc shit