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', State Prop gang, that's right
Get low, the Roc in the building, nigga, holla
It's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who hotter than us? Okay,

Ayo, ever since a buck, I been on the come up
Known to the raw, dish the law if they 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 round me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner 'round me
You could 'round me, but I read through that
Wit' the an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, back, we can see to that
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 paint got me
Or trans-quo all around the world, I was signed to Pimp dot
An' if ten targets an' I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to leave at least 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 with one try
'em it's no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

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

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

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

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

I swoop five, he the ride, heavily loaded
pies like cake, they go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't wanna war
the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up

S.P. game so tough
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked ya'll hang
Transporter turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my
accomplished, tryin' to fill they cups

The rap version of Mandela, call my
We the street dwellers, feel my pain
I a verse an' split a clip 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 when I drop you, everything colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all they life I words an' paint portraits
For real that 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 floor an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit clique, it ain't gon' be easy
you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris
Bleek an' Free

So speak an' breath easy or the 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
Spanish cobras an' all the soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

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