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

Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my nigga Wheez
The boy, Twista, holla, my life on the track,
Up an' comin', State Prop 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, ever since a buck, I been on the come up
to dish the raw, dish 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 round me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no 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 wanted my Tim

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rap version of Mandela, call my
We still the street dwellers, feel my
I spit a verse an' 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
when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit an' paint portraits
For real niggaz that hold down they an' serve off of porches

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

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

Watch me if for the killers 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 East regime, it's that Chi Roc shit