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, the Roc in the building, nigga, holla
It's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who than us? Okay, okay

Ayo, ever since a young buck, I on the come up
Known to dish the raw, the law if they come up
An' 'till the sun up, if there's a ransom
An' the law get involved, then we get it summed up

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

Niggaz, see, shoot back, we can see to
Hit yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples
An' I used to grind out on my spot
'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 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 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, it's there
I find ways to say it, so you motherfuckers it
An' when you hear it, you feel it, you know real
So is how I live it, how it's pictured for real, nigga

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

Automatics an' extended clips, what I'm hittin' wit'
Dummies in the rhinos, yeah, they be killin' 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
just another hustle paper gettin' made an' fold
Get mad, you street niggaz finally it

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

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

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

Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, everything colossal to fossils
I street gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint portraits
For real niggaz hold down they fortress an' serve off of porches

Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, end all your 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' Twist if you fuck wit Chris
Bleek an' Free

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

me spit if for the killers an' hustlers
Flippin' all the pounds an'
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
Twista an' this East regime, it's that Chi Roc shit