Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Chorus: L O X chest to back to back
for glock mac for mac
Dope and crack is what we sling do things you talk
fuck around and catch a slug in ya mouth!
Verse One:
a shame he can rhyme nigga loves crime
Every late he outside with the nine
You ain't got fuck the world
You got chips you can fuck the next girl
harsh but they been ripped apart my world
Where thugs can rule, and selling crack was
Knocked off hundred-packs, brought to school
No diploma, weed aroma, nigga coma
Know the in the class see my ass on the corner
You ate shit 'till y'all tasted life
Had my mom Jay don't waste your life
But me and my ace is tight base at night
Lace nights, you see Narc's jet
meet you on the corner in the park doin' sets
And when it's again, we'll let the nine's spark again
Y'all know the dogs, stay movin out the fog
And it's war we ain't tryin to call on the Lord
I'll hit 'em like the when I split 'em with my sword
You fear what you hear so nigga, record
From here on out we ain't tryin to be
LOX drops shit that makes mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Verse Two: Style
Too many niggaz is shaky, is shaky
I act like this 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 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 make these dime give head
I'm the blunt three in the morning you take to the
I'm that car you snatched when 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 absorbed all that shit that you bled
Styles, physically and
Goin' for the gold 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 we battling all laws
Verse Sheek Luchion
must really wanna die fucking wit' Sheek Luchi
This here is the roof we niggaz off banzai
Goodbye, see you in afterlife when
You come as a pussy and I fuck you again
Respect come not from teks, it comes niggaz who write checks
To get y'all niggaz out of big debts
With paper, I'm sure y'all will never see me sweat
Only in my linen when I'm spinning whip up
Pass niggaz and watch they frown like a pit bull
The shit that we niggaz sniff into their groove
Scared to
like they looking for change
But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack 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 too many niggaz must have been dumb
Where we from, niggaz hustling drums
sneaker 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 97 gats, 97 cars
Swear to God this year I'm gonna fuck 97
And if I come short, it no slack off my shoulder
I'm for this last bitch to get a little older
What LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, 'till the motherfuckin'