Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Intro:

Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What

L-O-X, chest to chest, to back
for glock, Mac for Mac
Dope and crack is what we do things you talk about
player fuck around and catch a in your mouth

Verse Jadakiss

It's a shame he can rhyme, loves crime
every night he's outside with the nine
You ain't got chips, fuck the
you got chips, you can fuck the next girl
Sounds harsh but been ripped apart my world
Where thugs rule
and selling crack was
Knocked off hundred brought stacks to school
No diploma, weed nigga half coma
know the tricks of the see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate shit y'all tasted life
had my moms "Jay don't waste your life"
But me and my Ace is
moving base at
your nights, you see Narcs jet
I'll in the morning in the park doing sets
And when dark again
we'll let the 9s again
Y'all the dogs
niggaz moving out the fog
And when war we ain't gonna call on the Lord
I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my
You what you hear so nigga press record
from here on out we ain't to be ignored
L.O.X. shit that make niggaz mop shit
you pop shit, nigga, pop clips

Verse Two: Paniro

Too many niggaz shake me, is shaky
I act like 'cause they make me probably hate me
Nigga, I'm in the dictionary me up
art from my heart, baby cook me up
I'm the crack in your deck
I'm the burner on your waist leave the place wet
I'm the money in the safe that'll pay the case
I'm the jewels on your that'll make these dime bitches give head
I'm the blunt 3 in the morning you to the head
I'm that car that you snatched when you first got
I'm that spot that you got when you were running the Feds
I'm the heart of the page in that book that you
I'm the ground that all that shit that y'all bled
Styles, physically and
to for the goal 'cause I paid the penalty
Y'all ain't a of me
y'all ain't seen the
Thinking of me
but I'm on the
When I fly back in, you're packing
coming to tear y'all in fractions

seen the we battlin' all laws

Verse Sheek Luchion

Y'all must really wanna die, fucking with Luchi
this is the roof we dropping niggaz off Bonsai
Goodbye, see you in your when
you come as a pussy and I fuck you again
Respect come not from Tecs, it comes from who write checks
to get y'all lil' niggaz big debts
paper, I'm sure that you never see me sweat
Only in the when I'm spinning in my whip-up
pass niggaz and watch they frown like a pitbull
The shit that we crush niggaz sniff into groove
to move
Gleaming you looking for change
But ain't no dollars down there that sack fucking with you
now bounce before we bust you the good Lord split you
Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the income
for years so many must've been dumb
we from, niggaz been hustlin' drums
making sneaker money, for crumbs, pulling in sums
If time don't stop, why should we yo light your
you need Come on I got consignment to give
This I need 97 gats, 97 cars
swear to God this year, I'm gonna fuck 97
And if I short, it ain't no slack off my shoulder
I'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little older
L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the muthafuckin'