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 what we sling do you talk about
player fuck around and catch a slug in your

Verse Jadakiss

It's a he can rhyme, nigga loves crime
every night he's outside with the nine
You ain't got chips, the world
you got chips, you can the next mans girl
Sounds harsh but they ripped apart my world
Where thugs rule
and crack was cool
Knocked off hundred brought stacks to school
No diploma, weed aroma half 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 at night
Lace your nights, you see jet
I'll meet in the morning in the park sets
And it's dark again
let the 9s spark again
Y'all the dogs
niggaz stay out the fog
And when it's war we ain't gonna call on the
I'll hit 'em like the when I split 'em with my sword
You fear what you so nigga press record
from here on out we ain't tryin' to be
L.O.X. drop shit that make niggaz mop
you pop shit, nigga, pop clips

Verse Two: Paniro

Too many niggaz me, life is shaky
I act like this 'cause they make me probably me
Nigga, I'm in the look me up
express art from my heart, baby me up
I'm the crack in your tape
I'm the burner on waist 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 dime bitches give head
I'm the blunt 3 in the morning you take to the
I'm that car you snatched when you first got bread
I'm spot that you got when you were running from the Feds
I'm the heart of the page in book that you read
I'm the ground that all that shit that y'all bled
Styles, and mentally
going to for the 'cause I paid the penalty
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 we battlin' all laws

Three: Sheek Luchion

Y'all must really wanna die, fucking Sheek Luchi
this is the roof we dropping niggaz off Bonsai
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife
you back as a pussy and I fuck you again
Respect not from Tecs, it comes from niggaz who write checks
to get y'all niggaz outta big debts
With paper, I'm sure that you see me sweat
Only in the linen when I'm spinning in my
pass niggaz and watch they face like a pitbull
The shit that we crush sniff into their groove
to move
Gleaming you looking for change
But ain't no dollars down there that sack fucking with you
now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord you
Hustle to work, you kidding me, you the difference in the cash income
for years so many must've been 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 need work? Come on I got to give
year I need 97 gats, 97 cars
swear to God this year, I'm gonna 97 starts
And if I short, it ain't 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