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 than us? Okay,

Ayo, ever since a young buck, I on the come up
to dish the raw, dish the law if they come up
An' 'till 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 niggaz 'round the corner from 'round me
You front 'round me, but I read through that
the mili an' I ain't talkin' '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 friend's
'Til he's mom wanted my Tim

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

I think, it's already there
I find to say it, so you motherfuckers hear it
An' when you hear it, you feel it, you it's real
So this is how I live it, how pictured for real, nigga

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

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

Yes, picture me rollin'
The Smith an' 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 five, he know the ride, heavily loaded
Deliver pies like cake, they go straight yo payment
Yup, chump, you really wanna war
With the State clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up

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

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

Twista will rock you, you 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 words an' portraits
For real niggaz that hold down fortress an' serve 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 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 city of Vice 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 an' bricks
on me, I'ma 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
an' this East Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc shit