Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Intro:

Dj Clue. Storm style baby. What nigga

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

One: Jadakiss

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

Verse Two: Styles

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
express art from my heart, cook me up
I'm the in your tape deck
I'm the burner on your waist that'll 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 these dime give head
I'm the 3 in the morning you take to the head
I'm that car that you snatched when you got bread
I'm that 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 that absorbed all that shit y'all bled
Styles, physically and
going to for the 'cause I paid the penalty
Y'all a friend of me
y'all seen the enemy
of bending me
but I'm on the
When I fly back in, hope you're
coming to tear niggaz in fractions

seen the future we battlin' all

Verse Three: Luchion

Y'all must really wanna die, fucking with Luchi
this here is the roof we niggaz off Bonsai
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife
you come back as a and I fuck you again
Respect come not Tecs, it comes from niggaz who write checks
to get lil' niggaz outta big debts
With paper, I'm that 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 shit that we crush sniff into their groove
to move
Gleaming like you looking for
But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack with you
now bounce we bust you where the good Lord split you
to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash income
for years so many niggaz been dumb
Where we from, niggaz been drums
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
This I need 97 gats, 97 cars
swear to God year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts
And if I come short, it ain't no off my shoulder
I'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little WHAT
L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the muthafuckin'