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 we sling do things you talk about
fuck around and catch a slug in ya mouth!
Verse Jadakiss
It's a shame he can rhyme nigga crime
Every late night he outside with the
You ain't got chips fuck the
You got chips you can fuck the mans girl
Sounds harsh but they been apart my world
Where thugs can rule, and crack was cool
off hundred-packs, brought stacks to school
No diploma, aroma, nigga half coma
the tricks in the class see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate shit y'all tasted life
Had my mom saying Jay don't your life
But me and my ace is tight moving at night
Lace nights, you see Narc's jet
meet you on the corner in the park doin' sets
And when it's dark again, let the nine's spark again
Y'all know the dogs, niggaz stay out the fog
And it's war we ain't tryin to call on the Lord
I'll hit 'em like the board I split 'em with my sword
You fear what you hear so nigga, press
From here on out we tryin to be ignored
LOX drops shit that niggaz mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Verse Two: Paniro
Too many niggaz is shaky, life is
I act like this 'cause they me, probably hate me
Nigga, I'm in the look me up
art from my heart, baby, cook me up
I'm the crack in your deck
I'm the on your waist that'll leave the place wet
I'm the money in the safe pay the case debt
I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make dime bitches give head
I'm the three in the morning you take to the head
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 that you read
I'm the that absorbed all that shit that you bled
Styles, physically and
Goin' for the 'cause I paid the penalty
You ain't a friend of me, y'all ain't the enemy
Thinking of bending me but I'm on the
I fly back in, I hope you're packing
Coming to y'all niggaz in fractions

Seen the we battling all laws
Verse Sheek Luchion
Y'all must really die fucking wit' Sheek Luchi
here is the roof we droppin' niggaz off banzai
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife
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 will never see me
Only in my linen when I'm with whip up
Pass niggaz and watch they faces frown like a pit
The shit we crush 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 where the good lord you
Hustle to work you kidding me, you know the in the cash

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