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 than us? Okay, okay

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

Never put ya gun up, ya come me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I through that
Wit' the mili an' I talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, shoot back, we can see to
Hit yo front letters see through back, yo peoples back
An' I to grind out on my friend's spot
'Til mom wanted my Tim bots

Now my got me discounts
Or all around the world, like I was signed to Pimp dot
An' if ten targets an' I got ten shots
I'm to leave at least nine out of them ten shot

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

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

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

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

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

I swoop five, he know the ride, heavily
Deliver pies like cake, 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 ya'll can't hang
Transporter 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 spit a verse an' split a in the rain
A foolproof the full 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 street gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint portraits
For niggaz that hold down they fortress an' serve off of porches

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

So speak an' breath or the scutches my future in 3D
I wars, I'm from a city full of Vice Lords an' GDs
Breeds an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, an' Stones
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 at you hoes an' I put eleven down wit' a clip
Niggaz fiftys an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this Coast regime, it's that Chi Roc shit