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 motherfuckin' Roc, bitch, who than us? Okay, okay

Ayo, ever a young buck, I been on the come up
Known to dish the raw, dish the law if they up
An' 'till 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 from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read through
the mili 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 peoples
An' I to grind 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 targets an' I got ten
I'm tryin' to leave at nine out of them 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 think, it's already there
I find to say it, so you motherfuckers hear it
An' when you hear it, you feel it, you know real
So this is how I live it, how pictured for real, nigga

I'm shittin' for
against wood, underground 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

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

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

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

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

The rap version of Mandela, my bluff
We still the street dwellers, feel my
I spit a verse an' split a in the rain
A foolproof when the full 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 gospel, all they life I spit words an' paint portraits
For real that hold 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 your house, bag up an
Hit the dance floor an'
We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit
Bleek an' Wheezy

So speak an' breath easy or the my future in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a city full of Vice an' GDs
an' Souls, two sixes, Kings, BD's 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 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 regime, it's that Chi Roc shit