Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Intro:

Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What

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

Verse Jadakiss

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

Verse Two: Paniro

Too niggaz shake me, life is shaky
I act like 'cause they make me probably hate me
Nigga, I'm in the dictionary me up
express art from my heart, baby me up
I'm the crack in your tape
I'm the on your waist that'll leave the place wet
I'm the money in the safe that'll pay the case
I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make dime bitches give head
I'm the blunt 3 in the morning you to the head
I'm that car that you when you first got bread
I'm spot that you got when you were running from the Feds
I'm the heart of the in that book that you read
I'm the ground absorbed all that shit that y'all bled
Styles, and mentally
going to for the goal I paid the penalty
Y'all ain't a of me
y'all ain't the enemy
of bending me
but I'm on the
When I fly back in, hope you're
to tear y'all niggaz in fractions

seen the future we all laws

Verse Sheek Luchion

Y'all must wanna die, fucking with Sheek Luchi
this here is the roof we niggaz off Bonsai
Goodbye, see you in afterlife when
you come back as a pussy and I you again
Respect come not from Tecs, it comes niggaz who write checks
to get y'all lil' niggaz outta big
With paper, I'm sure that you see me sweat
Only in the when I'm spinning in my whip-up
pass niggaz and watch they face frown a pitbull
The shit that we crush niggaz sniff into their
to move
Gleaming like you looking for
But ain't no dollars down there it's that fucking with you
now bounce before we bust you where the Lord split you
to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash income
for years so many must've been dumb
Where we from, niggaz hustlin' drums
making sneaker money, running for crumbs, pulling in
If time don't stop, why we yo light your spliff
you work? Come on I got consignment to give
This I need 97 gats, 97 cars
swear to God year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts
And if I come short, it no slack off my shoulder
I'm waiting for this last to get a little older WHAT
L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the muthafuckin'