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

Yeah, Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free Wheez
The boy, Twista, holla, my on the track, okay
Up an' comin', Prop Chain gang, that's right
Get low, it's the Roc in the building, nigga,
the motherfuckin' 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' '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 come me
I go to war wit' 'round the corner from 'round me
You front 'round me, but I read through that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't 'bout no Segal mac

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

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

I got my on my money, money on my mind
But say it's a gift, I don't write but I rhyme
I complete songs just one try
Tell 'em 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 live it, how it's for real, nigga

I'm shittin' for
Diamonds against wood, king for real
Big crib 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 rhinos, yeah, they be killin' shit
Masked up, shit, that's how my niggaz get
Chi town, NYC, how my niggaz get

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

I swoop five, he know the ride, heavily
Deliver 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 damn
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked can't hang
turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my life
Still accomplished, tryin' to fill cups

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

Twista rock you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, turnin' colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all 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 forces, that'll end all your doubt
Make you up your house, bag up an ounce
Hit the floor an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be
'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you wit Chris
Bleek an' Wheezy

So speak an' breath 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 an' all the true soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

Watch me spit if for the 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' an' hundreds, when I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East Coast regime, that Chi Roc shit