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 you talk about
Player fuck and catch a slug in ya mouth!
One: Jadakiss
It's a he can rhyme nigga loves crime
Every night he outside with the nine
You ain't got chips fuck the
You got chips you can fuck the next girl
Sounds harsh but they been apart my world
Where can rule, and selling crack was cool
Knocked off hundred-packs, brought to school
No diploma, aroma, nigga half coma
Know the tricks in the class see my ass on the
You ate shit 'till y'all tasted life
Had my mom saying Jay don't waste life
But me and my ace is tight base at night
Lace your nights, you see jet
I'll meet you on the corner in the doin' sets
And when dark again, we'll let the nine's spark again
Y'all know the dogs, niggaz stay 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 'em with my sword
You fear what you hear so nigga, record
From here on out we tryin to be ignored
LOX drops shit that niggaz mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Two: Style Paniro
Too many niggaz is shaky, life is
I act like 'cause they make me, probably hate me
Nigga, I'm in the look me up
Express art my heart, baby, cook me up
I'm the crack in tape deck
I'm the burner on your that'll leave the place wet
I'm the money in the that'll pay the case debt
I'm the on your neck that'll make these dime bitches give head
I'm the three in the morning you take to the head
I'm that car that you snatched you first got bread
I'm that spot you got when you was runnin' from the Feds
I'm the of the page of that book that you read
I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit you bled
Styles, physically and
Goin' for the gold I paid the penalty
You ain't a friend of me, ain't seen the enemy
Thinking of bending me but I'm on the
I fly back in, I hope you're packing
Coming to tear y'all in fractions

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

For years too many niggaz must have dumb
Where we from, niggaz been drums
Making money 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 assignment to
This year I need 97 gats, 97
Swear to God year I'm gonna fuck 97 stars
And if I come short, it no slack off my shoulder
I'm waiting for this last to get a little older
LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, 'till the motherfuckin' death