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

Yeah, Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free Wheez
The boy, Twista, holla, my life on the track,
Up an' comin', State Chain gang, that's right
Get low, it's the Roc in the building, nigga,
It's the Roc, bitch, who hotter than us? Okay, okay

Ayo, ever since a buck, I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw, the law if they come up
An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if 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' niggaz 'round the corner '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 back, bring 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 an' I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of ten shot

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

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

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

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

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

I swoop five, he know the ride, loaded
Deliver pies like cake, they go through yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't really war
With the State clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up

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

The rap of Mandela, call 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, turnin' colossal to fossils
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words an' portraits
For real niggaz that hold down they fortress an' off of porches

Hit 'em in the wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubt
you clean up your house, bag up an ounce
Hit the floor an' bounce
We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you fuckin' Twist if you fuck wit Chris
an' Free Wheezy

So speak an' breath easy or the scutches my in 3D
I like wars, I'm 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

me spit if for the killers an' hustlers
Flippin' all the an' bricks
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven wit' a clip
Niggaz servin' fiftys an' hundreds, I see you an' I'm on yo tip
Twista an' this East Coast regime, that Chi Roc shit