Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Chorus: L O X to chest back 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 shame he can rhyme nigga loves
late night he outside with the nine
You ain't got chips fuck the
You got chips you can fuck the mans girl
harsh but they been ripped apart my world
Where thugs can rule, and selling crack was
off hundred-packs, brought stacks to school
No diploma, weed aroma, half coma
the tricks in the class see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate shit 'till y'all life
Had my mom saying Jay don't waste your
But me and my ace is moving base at night
your nights, you see Narc's jet
I'll meet you on the corner in the park doin'
And when it's 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 on the Lord
I'll hit 'em the board when I split 'em with my sword
You what you hear so nigga, press record
From here on out we ain't to be ignored
LOX drops that makes niggaz mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Verse Style Paniro
Too many is shaky, life is shaky
I act like this 'cause they make me, probably me
Nigga, I'm in the look me up
Express art from my heart, baby, me up
I'm the crack in your deck
I'm the burner on your waist that'll the place wet
I'm the money in the safe pay the case debt
I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these dime give head
I'm the blunt three in the morning you take to the
I'm that car that you when you first got bread
I'm that spot that you got you was runnin' from the Feds
I'm the heart of the page of that book that you
I'm the ground that all that shit that you bled
Styles, and mentally
Goin' for the gold 'cause I the penalty
You a friend of me, y'all ain't seen the enemy
Thinking of me but I'm on the Kennedy
When I fly back in, I you're packing
Coming to y'all niggaz in fractions

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

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