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

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

Ayo, since 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, we never get it summed up

Never put ya gun up, ya come me
I go to war niggaz 'round the corner from 'round me
You front 'round me, but I read through that
Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' no Segal mac

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

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

I got my mind on my money, money on my
But some say it's a gift, I write but I rhyme
I songs with just one try
Tell 'em no lie, I be flo' all my life, dog

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

I'm for real
against wood, underground king 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, be killin' shit
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 in yo' chest
It's just another hustle paper gettin' made an'
Get mad, you street niggaz made it

I five, he know the ride, heavily loaded
Deliver pies cake, they go straight through yo payment
Yup, chump, you don't wanna war
With the State Prop clique, if ya clique us, squad up

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

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

Twista will rock you, you don't want the apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, everything colossal to fossils
I street gospel, all they life 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 powerful forces, end all your doubt
Make you up your house, bag up an ounce
Hit the floor an' bounce
We wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy
'Cause you wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris
an' Free Wheezy

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

Watch me if for the killers an' hustlers
Flippin' all the pounds an'
Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven 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