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 what we sling do things you talk
player fuck around and a slug in your mouth

One: Jadakiss

It's a shame he can rhyme, loves crime
every late night outside with the nine
You ain't got chips, the world
you got chips, you can fuck the next mans
Sounds harsh but they ripped apart my world
Where thugs could
and selling crack was
Knocked off hundred packs brought stacks to
No diploma, weed aroma half 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 don't 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 park sets
And when it's dark
we'll let the 9s again
Y'all the dogs
stay moving out the fog
And when it's war we ain't gonna call on the
I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my
You fear what you hear so nigga record
from on out we ain't tryin' to be ignored
L.O.X. drop shit make niggaz mop shit
you wanna pop shit, nigga, pop

Verse Two: Paniro

Too many niggaz shake me, life is
I act like this 'cause they make me probably me
Nigga, I'm in the dictionary me up
express art from my heart, baby me up
I'm the in your tape deck
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 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 got bread
I'm that spot that you got when you were running the Feds
I'm the of the page in that book that you read
I'm the ground absorbed all that shit that y'all bled
Styles, and mentally
going to for the 'cause I paid the penalty
ain't a friend of me
y'all seen the enemy
Thinking of me
but I'm on the
When I fly back in, hope you're
coming to tear y'all in fractions

seen the future we battlin' all

Verse Three: Sheek

Y'all must really wanna die, fucking with Sheek
this here is the roof we dropping off Bonsai
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife
you come back as a pussy and I fuck you
come not from Tecs, it comes from niggaz who write checks
to get y'all lil' 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 watch they frown like a pitbull
The shit we crush niggaz sniff into 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 the good Lord split you
to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash income
for years so many must've been dumb
we from, niggaz been hustlin' drums
making sneaker money, for crumbs, pulling in sums
If time don't stop, why should we yo light your
you need work? Come on I got to give
year I need 97 gats, 97 cars
swear to God this year, I'm gonna fuck 97
And if I come short, it ain't no off my shoulder
I'm waiting for this last to get a little older WHAT
L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the chest