Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Intro:

Dj Clue. Desert Storm baby. What nigga

L-O-X, to chest, back to back
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 shame he can rhyme, nigga loves
every late night he's with the nine
You ain't got chips, the world
you got chips, you can fuck the mans girl
Sounds harsh but they been ripped my world
Where thugs could
and selling crack was
Knocked off hundred packs stacks to school
No diploma, aroma nigga half coma
know the tricks of the class see my ass on the
You ain't ate shit 'til tasted life
had my moms screaming "Jay waste your life"
But me and my Ace is
moving at night
your 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 again
know the dogs
niggaz stay out the fog
And when it's war we ain't gonna on the Lord
I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my
You fear what you hear so nigga press
from on out we ain't tryin' to be ignored
L.O.X. drop shit that make mop shit
you wanna pop shit, nigga, pop

Two: Styles Paniro

Too many shake me, life is shaky
I act this '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 crack in your tape
I'm the burner on your waist 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 take to the
I'm that car that you snatched you first got bread
I'm that spot that you got when you were running the Feds
I'm the heart of the page in 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 paid the
Y'all ain't a of me
y'all ain't seen the
of bending me
but I'm on the
When I fly in, hope you're packing
coming to y'all niggaz in fractions

seen the we battlin' all laws

Verse Sheek Luchion

Y'all must really wanna die, fucking Sheek Luchi
here is the roof we dropping niggaz off Bonsai
Goodbye, see you in your when
you back as a pussy and I fuck you again
Respect not from Tecs, it comes from niggaz who write checks
to get lil' niggaz outta big debts
With paper, I'm sure that you never see me
Only in the linen when I'm spinning in my
pass niggaz and they face frown like a pitbull
The shit that we crush niggaz sniff their groove
scared to
Gleaming like you looking for
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 kidding me, you know the difference in the income
for years so niggaz must've been dumb
we from, niggaz been hustlin' drums
making sneaker money, running for crumbs, pulling in
If time don't stop, why we yo light your spliff
you need Come on I got consignment to give
This year I need 97 gats, 97
swear to God this year, I'm fuck 97 starts
And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my
I'm waiting for this bitch to get a little older WHAT
L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the chest