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

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

Ayo, ever a young buck, I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw, dish the law if come up
An' cheddar the sun up, if there's a ransom
An' the law get involved, then we get it summed up

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

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

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 them ten

I got my mind on my money, on my mind
But some say it's a gift, I don't but I rhyme
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 know real
So is how I live it, how it's pictured for real, nigga

I'm shittin' for
against wood, underground king for real
Big crib when I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for
Trust me, the guns off the shelf 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, just 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 the ride, heavily loaded
Deliver pies like cake, they go straight through yo
Yup, chump, you don't really war
the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up

S.P. so damn tough
The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked can't hang
Transporter rapper, get a camcorder, film my life
Still accomplished, tryin' to fill 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 force you up

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

Hit 'em in the body wit' the forces, that'll end all your doubt
you clean up your house, bag up an ounce
Hit the dance 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
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
cobras an' all the true soldiers, survive an' I'm gone

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