Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Chorus: L O X to chest back to back
for glock mac for mac
Dope and crack is what we sling do things you talk
Player around and catch a slug in ya mouth!
Verse One:
It's a shame he can rhyme nigga loves
Every night he outside with the nine
You got chips fuck the world
You got chips you can the next mans girl
harsh but they been ripped apart my world
Where thugs can rule, and crack was cool
Knocked off hundred-packs, stacks to school
No diploma, aroma, nigga half coma
Know the in the class see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate shit y'all tasted life
Had my mom Jay don't waste your life
But me and my ace is tight moving base at
your nights, you see Narc's jet
I'll you on the corner in the park doin' sets
And when it's dark again, we'll let the nine's spark
Y'all know the dogs, niggaz movin out the fog
And when it's war we tryin to call on the Lord
hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my sword
You fear you hear so nigga, press record
From here on out we ain't tryin to be
LOX shit that makes niggaz mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Two: Style Paniro
Too niggaz is shaky, life is shaky
I act like this 'cause they make me, hate me
Nigga, I'm in the look me up
art from my heart, baby, cook me up
I'm the crack in your tape
I'm the burner on your waist that'll leave the wet
I'm the money in the safe 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 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 that you read
I'm the ground that absorbed all that that you bled
Styles, physically and
Goin' for the 'cause I paid the penalty
You ain't a friend of me, ain't seen the enemy
of bending me but I'm on the Kennedy
When I fly in, I hope you're packing
Coming to y'all niggaz in fractions

Seen the we battling all laws
Verse Three: Sheek
must really wanna die fucking wit' Sheek Luchi
This here is the we droppin' niggaz off banzai
Goodbye, see you in afterlife when
You come back as a pussy and I you again
Respect come not teks, it comes from niggaz who write checks
To get y'all little niggaz out of big
With paper, I'm sure y'all will never see me sweat
Only in my linen when I'm with whip up
Pass niggaz and they faces frown 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 that sack fuckin' with you
No bounce before we hit you the good lord split you
Hustle to work you kidding me, you know the difference in the

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