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

Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my nigga Wheez
The boy, Twista, holla, my on the track, okay
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 a young buck, I been on the come up
to dish the raw, dish 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

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

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

Now my paint got me
Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was signed to dot
An' if it's ten an' I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to at least nine out of them ten shot

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

I never think, it's there
I find ways to say it, so you 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
against wood, underground king for real
Big crib when I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for
Trust me, the guns off the shelf whenever shit'll get real

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

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

I swoop five, he know the ride, heavily
Deliver pies like cake, they go through yo payment
Yup, chump, you really wanna war
With the Prop 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 turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my
Still accomplished, tryin' to they cups

The rap of Mandela, call my bluff
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 don't the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to
I speak street gospel, all they life I words an' paint portraits
For real niggaz that down they fortress an' serve off of porches

Hit 'em in the body wit' the forces, that'll end all your doubt
Make you clean up house, bag up an ounce
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
Bleek an' Wheezy

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

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