Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Intro:

Dj Clue. Storm style baby. What nigga

L-O-X, to chest, back to back
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

Verse One:

It's a he can rhyme, nigga loves 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 ripped apart my world
thugs could rule
and selling crack was
Knocked off hundred packs brought to school
No diploma, weed aroma nigga coma
know the tricks of the see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate 'til y'all 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 in the park doing sets
And it's dark again
we'll let the 9s spark
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 board when I 'em with my sword
You what you hear so nigga press record
from here on out we ain't to be ignored
L.O.X. drop that make niggaz mop shit
you wanna pop shit, nigga, pop

Two: Styles Paniro

Too many niggaz shake me, is shaky
I act like this 'cause they make me hate me
Nigga, I'm in the dictionary me up
art from my heart, baby cook me up
I'm the crack in your deck
I'm the on your waist that'll leave the place wet
I'm the money in the that'll pay the case debt
I'm the jewels on neck that'll make these dime bitches give head
I'm the blunt 3 in the you take to the head
I'm that car that you when you first got bread
I'm that spot that you got when you were running from the
I'm the heart of the page in book that you read
I'm the ground that absorbed all that that y'all bled
Styles, physically and
going to for the goal I paid the penalty
ain't a friend of me
y'all ain't seen the
Thinking of 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

Three: Sheek Luchion

Y'all must really wanna die, fucking Sheek 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 y'all niggaz outta big debts
With paper, I'm sure that you never see me
Only in the linen when I'm in my whip-up
pass niggaz and watch they frown like a pitbull
The shit that we crush niggaz sniff into groove
scared to
Gleaming like you for change
But ain't no dollars down there it's sack fucking with you
now bounce we bust you where the good Lord split you
Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the income
for years so many niggaz must've dumb
we from, niggaz been hustlin' drums
making sneaker money, for crumbs, pulling in sums
If time don't stop, why should we yo your spliff
you need work? Come on I got consignment to
year I need 97 gats, 97 cars
swear to God this year, I'm gonna 97 starts
And if I come short, it no slack off my shoulder
I'm waiting for this last bitch to get a older WHAT
L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the chest