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 Chain gang, that's
Get low, the Roc in the building, nigga, holla
It's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who hotter us? Okay, okay

Ayo, ever a young buck, I been on the come up
Known to the raw, dish the law if they come up
An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if 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 the corner from 'round me
You front '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, bring yo back
An' I used to out on my friend's spot
he's mom wanted my Tim bots

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rap of Mandela, call my bluff
We still the street dwellers, feel my
I spit a verse an' split a clip in the
A foolproof when the full force you up

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

Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your
Make you clean up house, bag up an ounce
Hit the floor an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you wit' Twist if you fuck 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 killers an'
all the pounds an' bricks
Hate on me, bust at you hoes an' I put eleven down wit' a clip
Niggaz servin' fiftys an' hundreds, I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East Coast regime, it's Chi Roc shit