Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Intro:

Dj Clue. Desert Storm baby. What nigga

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

One: Jadakiss

It's a he can rhyme, nigga loves crime
every late he's outside with the nine
You ain't got chips, fuck the
you got chips, you can fuck the mans girl
Sounds but they been ripped apart my world
Where could rule
and selling crack was
Knocked off hundred packs brought to school
No diploma, weed aroma nigga coma
the tricks of the class see my ass on the corner
You ate shit 'til y'all tasted life
had my moms screaming "Jay 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 it's dark
let the 9s spark again
Y'all know the
niggaz stay out the fog
And when 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 hear so nigga record
here on out we ain't tryin' to be ignored
L.O.X. drop shit that niggaz mop shit
you pop shit, nigga, pop clips

Verse Styles Paniro

Too many niggaz shake me, life is
I act like 'cause they make me probably hate me
Nigga, I'm in the dictionary me up
express art from my heart, baby 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 3 in the morning you take to the head
I'm car that you snatched when you first got bread
I'm that spot you got when you were running from the Feds
I'm the heart of the page in that book you read
I'm the ground absorbed all that shit that y'all bled
Styles, and mentally
going to for the goal I paid the penalty
Y'all a friend of me
y'all ain't seen the
of bending me
but I'm on the
When I fly back in, hope packing
coming to y'all niggaz in fractions

seen the we battlin' all laws

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 your afterlife
you come back as a and I fuck you again
Respect come not from Tecs, it comes from niggaz who write
to get lil' niggaz outta big debts
With paper, I'm sure that you see me sweat
in the linen when I'm spinning in my whip-up
pass niggaz and they face frown like a pitbull
The shit that we crush sniff into their groove
to move
Gleaming like you looking for
But ain't no dollars there 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 the difference in the cash income
for years so many niggaz must've dumb
we from, niggaz been hustlin' drums
making money, running for crumbs, pulling in sums
If time don't stop, why should we yo your spliff
you need work? Come on I got to give
This I need 97 gats, 97 cars
to God this year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts
And if I come short, it ain't no off my shoulder
I'm waiting for last bitch to get a little older WHAT
L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the chest