Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Chorus: L O X chest to chest to back
Glock for mac for mac
Dope and is what we sling do things you talk about
Player around and catch a slug in ya mouth!
Verse One:
It's a he can rhyme nigga loves crime
Every late night he outside with the
You ain't got chips fuck the
You got chips you can the next mans girl
harsh but they been ripped apart my world
Where thugs can rule, and selling crack was
Knocked off hundred-packs, stacks to school
No diploma, weed aroma, nigga half
Know the in the class see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate shit 'till y'all tasted
Had my mom saying Jay don't your life
But me and my ace is tight moving base at
Lace your nights, you see jet
I'll meet you on the corner in the park sets
And when it's dark again, we'll let the spark again
Y'all know the dogs, stay movin out the fog
And when it's war we ain't tryin to 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 here on out we ain't tryin to be
LOX drops shit that niggaz mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Verse Two: Paniro
Too many niggaz is shaky, is shaky
I act this '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 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 these bitches give head
I'm the three in the morning you take to the head
I'm that car that you snatched when you first got
I'm that spot that you got when you was runnin' the Feds
I'm the heart of the page of that that you read
I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit you bled
Styles, and mentally
Goin' for the gold 'cause I the penalty
You ain't a friend of me, y'all ain't seen the
Thinking of bending me but I'm on the
When I fly in, I hope you're packing
Coming to y'all niggaz in fractions

Seen the future we battling all
Three: Sheek Luchion
Y'all must really wanna die fucking wit' Sheek
This here is the roof we droppin' off banzai
Goodbye, see you in your when
You back as a pussy and I fuck you again
come not from teks, it comes from niggaz who write checks
To get y'all little niggaz out of big
paper, I'm sure that y'all will never see me sweat
Only in my linen when I'm with whip up
Pass niggaz and watch they faces like a pit bull
The shit that we niggaz sniff into their groove
Scared to
Gleaming like looking for change
But ain't no dollars down it's that sack fuckin' with you
No bounce before we hit you where the lord split you
Hustle to work you me, you know the difference in the cash

For years too many must have been dumb
we from, niggaz been hustling drums
Making sneaker working for crumbs, pullin' in sums
If time don't stop why should we you your spliff
You need work come on I got an to give
This year I need 97 gats, 97
Swear to God this year I'm gonna 97 stars
And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my
I'm for this last bitch to get a little older
What LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, 'till the motherfuckin'