Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Intro:

Dj Clue. Desert style baby. What nigga

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

Verse Jadakiss

It's a shame he can rhyme, nigga loves
late night he's outside with the nine
You ain't got chips, the world
you got chips, you can fuck the next mans
Sounds harsh but they been apart my world
Where could rule
and selling was cool
Knocked off hundred packs stacks to school
No diploma, weed aroma nigga half
the tricks of the class see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate shit 'til y'all tasted
had my moms screaming "Jay waste your life"
But me and my Ace is
base at night
Lace nights, you see Narcs jet
I'll meet in the morning in the doing sets
And when 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
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 Styles Paniro

Too many niggaz me, life is shaky
I act like 'cause they make me probably hate me
Nigga, I'm in the look me up
express art from my heart, cook 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 safe that'll pay the case
I'm the jewels on your neck that'll these dime bitches give head
I'm the blunt 3 in the you take to the head
I'm that car that you snatched when you first got
I'm that spot you got when you were running from the Feds
I'm the of the page in that book that you read
I'm the that absorbed all that shit that y'all bled
Styles, physically and
going to for the goal I paid the penalty
Y'all ain't a of me
y'all seen the enemy
Thinking of me
but I'm on the
When I fly back in, you're packing
coming to y'all niggaz in fractions

seen the future we battlin' all

Three: Sheek Luchion

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