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 talk
player fuck around and catch a in your mouth

Verse One:

It's a shame he can rhyme, nigga loves
every late night he's outside the nine
You got chips, fuck the world
you got chips, you can fuck the next mans
Sounds but they been ripped apart my world
Where could rule
and selling was cool
Knocked off hundred packs brought to school
No diploma, aroma nigga half coma
know the of the class see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate shit 'til tasted life
had my screaming "Jay don't waste your life"
But me and my Ace is
base at night
Lace your nights, you see 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
stay moving out the fog
And it's 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 so nigga press record
here on out we ain't tryin' to be ignored
L.O.X. drop shit that make mop shit
you pop shit, nigga, pop clips

Verse Two: Paniro

Too many niggaz shake me, life is
I act like this 'cause they 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 tape deck
I'm the on your waist that'll leave the place wet
I'm the money in the safe that'll pay the debt
I'm the jewels on your neck make these dime bitches give head
I'm the blunt 3 in the morning you take to the
I'm that car that you snatched when you first got
I'm that spot that you got when you were running from the
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 'cause I paid the
Y'all a friend of me
ain't seen the enemy
Thinking of me
but I'm on the
When I fly back in, hope packing
coming to tear y'all in fractions

seen the future we all laws

Verse Three: Sheek

must really wanna die, fucking with Sheek Luchi
this is the roof we dropping niggaz off Bonsai
Goodbye, see you in afterlife when
you come back as a and I fuck you again
Respect come not from Tecs, it comes from who write checks
to get y'all lil' niggaz outta big
paper, I'm sure that you never see me sweat
Only in the linen I'm spinning in my whip-up
pass niggaz and watch they frown like a pitbull
The shit that we crush niggaz sniff their groove
to move
Gleaming like you for change
But ain't no dollars down it's that sack fucking with you
now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord you
Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the income
for years so many niggaz must've dumb
Where we from, niggaz hustlin' drums
making sneaker money, for crumbs, pulling in sums
If time don't stop, why should we yo light spliff
you work? Come on I got consignment to give
year I need 97 gats, 97 cars
swear to God year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts
And if I short, it ain't 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