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 Prop Chain gang, that's
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 been on the 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

put ya gun up, ya come round me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the from 'round me
You could 'round me, but I read through that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz, see, back, we can see to that
Hit yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples
An' I used to grind out on my friend's
he's mom wanted my Tim bots

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

I got my mind on my money, money on my
But some say it's a gift, I don't write but I
I songs with just one try
Tell 'em it's no lie, I be 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 for real
Diamonds against wood, king for real
Big crib when I lay, yeah, I'm for real
Trust me, the guns come off the whenever shit'll get real

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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