Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Chorus: L O X chest to chest to back
Glock for mac for mac
Dope and crack is what we sling do things you about
Player fuck and catch a slug in ya mouth!
Verse One:
It's a shame he can rhyme nigga crime
Every night he outside with the nine
You ain't got chips the world
You got chips you can the next mans girl
Sounds harsh but they been ripped my world
Where thugs can rule, and crack was cool
Knocked off hundred-packs, brought stacks to
No diploma, weed aroma, half coma
Know the in the class see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate shit 'till tasted life
Had my mom saying Jay waste your life
But me and my ace is tight moving at night
Lace nights, you see Narc's jet
I'll meet you on the corner in the park doin'
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
hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my sword
You fear what you so nigga, press record
From on out we ain't tryin to be ignored
LOX drops shit that makes niggaz mop
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Verse Two: Style
Too many is shaky, life is shaky
I act like this they make me, probably 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 burner on your that'll 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 make these bitches give head
I'm the blunt three in the morning you take to the
I'm car that you snatched when you first got bread
I'm that spot that you got when you was runnin' the Feds
I'm the heart of the page of that book you read
I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit that you
Styles, and mentally
for the gold 'cause I paid the penalty
You ain't a friend of me, y'all seen the enemy
Thinking of bending me but I'm on the
When I fly back in, I hope packing
Coming to tear niggaz in fractions

Seen the future we all laws
Verse Three: Luchion
Y'all must really wanna die wit' Sheek Luchi
here is the roof we droppin' niggaz off banzai
Goodbye, see you in afterlife when
You come as a pussy and I fuck you again
come not from teks, it comes from niggaz who write checks
To get little niggaz out of big debts
With paper, I'm sure that will never see me sweat
Only in my linen I'm spinning 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 they looking for
But ain't no dollars down there it's sack fuckin' with you
No bounce before we hit you the good lord split you
to work you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash

For years too many must have been dumb
Where we from, niggaz hustling drums
Making sneaker money for crumbs, pullin' in sums
If time don't stop why we you light 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 off my shoulder
I'm waiting for this bitch to get a little older
What LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, the motherfuckin' death