Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Intro:

Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. nigga

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

One: Jadakiss

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

Verse Two: Styles

Too niggaz shake me, life is shaky
I act like 'cause they make me probably hate me
Nigga, I'm in the look me up
art from my heart, baby 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 money in the that'll pay the case debt
I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these dime bitches 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 that you got when you were running from the Feds
I'm the of the page in that book that you read
I'm the ground that absorbed all shit that y'all bled
Styles, and mentally
going to for the goal 'cause I the penalty
ain't a friend of me
y'all ain't seen the
of bending me
but I'm on the
When I fly back in, you're packing
coming to y'all niggaz in fractions

seen the future we battlin' all

Verse Sheek Luchion

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