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, 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, then we never get it up

Never put ya gun up, ya come me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner 'round me
You could front me, but I read through that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't 'bout no Segal mac

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

Now my got me discounts
Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was to Pimp dot
An' if ten targets an' I got ten shots
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 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 hear it
An' when you hear it, you it, you know it's real
So this is how I live it, how it's for real, nigga

I'm for real
Diamonds against wood, underground king for
Big crib I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for real
Trust me, the guns come off the shelf whenever shit'll get

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

Yes, just me rollin'
The Smith an' Wesson'll stay goin', put a hole in yo'
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 like cake, they go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you really wanna war
With the Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up

S.P. game so damn
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked ya'll can't
turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my life
Still accomplished, to fill 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 force open you up

Twista will rock you, you don't want the apostle to pop you
Hostile I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words an' portraits
For real niggaz that hold down they fortress an' 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 clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit
Bleek an' Free

So speak an' breath easy or the scutches my in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a city full of Lords an' GDs
Breeds an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, an' Stones
Spanish cobras an' all the true soldiers, survive an' I'm

me spit if for the killers an' hustlers
Flippin' all the pounds an'
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you 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 Coast regime, it's Chi Roc shit