Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Intro:

Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. nigga

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

Verse One:

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

Verse Styles Paniro

Too many niggaz shake me, life is
I act like this 'cause they make me probably me
Nigga, I'm in the dictionary me up
express art from my heart, cook me up
I'm the in your tape deck
I'm the burner on your that'll leave the place wet
I'm the in the safe that'll pay the case debt
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 got bread
I'm that spot that you got you were running from the Feds
I'm the heart of the page in that book that you
I'm the ground absorbed all that shit that y'all bled
Styles, physically and
going to for the 'cause I paid the penalty
ain't a friend of me
y'all seen the enemy
of bending me
but I'm on the
I fly back in, hope you're packing
coming to tear y'all niggaz in

seen the future we all laws

Verse Three: Luchion

Y'all must really die, fucking with Sheek Luchi
this here is the roof we dropping off Bonsai
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife
you back as a pussy and I fuck you again
Respect come not from Tecs, it comes from niggaz who checks
to get y'all lil' niggaz outta big
With paper, I'm sure you never see me sweat
in the linen when I'm spinning in my whip-up
pass niggaz and watch face frown like a pitbull
The that we crush niggaz sniff into their groove
scared to
Gleaming you looking for change
But no dollars down there it's that sack fucking with you
now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord you
Hustle to work, you me, you know the difference in the cash income
for so many niggaz must've been dumb
Where we from, niggaz been hustlin'
making sneaker money, running for crumbs, in sums
If time stop, why should we yo light your spliff
you work? Come on I got consignment to give
year I need 97 gats, 97 cars
swear to God this year, I'm gonna 97 starts
And if I come short, it no slack off my shoulder
I'm waiting for last bitch to get a little older WHAT
L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the chest