Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Chorus: L O X chest to back to back
Glock for mac for mac
Dope and crack is what we do things you talk about
Player fuck around and catch a in ya mouth!
Verse One:
It's a he can rhyme nigga loves crime
Every late night he outside the nine
You ain't got chips fuck the
You got chips you can fuck the next girl
Sounds harsh but they ripped apart my world
Where thugs can rule, and crack was cool
Knocked off hundred-packs, brought to school
No diploma, weed aroma, half coma
Know the tricks in the class see my ass on the
You ain't ate shit 'till y'all tasted
Had my mom Jay don't waste your life
But me and my ace is tight moving at night
Lace your nights, you see 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 stay out the fog
And when it's war we ain't tryin to call on the
I'll hit 'em like the board I split 'em with my sword
You what you hear so nigga, press record
From here on out we ain't tryin to be
LOX drops shit that makes niggaz mop
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Verse Style Paniro
Too many niggaz is shaky, life is
I act like this 'cause they make me, hate me
Nigga, I'm in the look me up
Express art my heart, baby, cook me up
I'm the crack in your deck
I'm the burner on your waist that'll leave the wet
I'm the money in the safe that'll pay the debt
I'm the on your neck that'll make these dime bitches give head
I'm the blunt three in the you take to the head
I'm that car that you snatched when you first got
I'm that spot you got when you was runnin' from the Feds
I'm the heart of the page of that book that you
I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit you bled
Styles, and mentally
for the gold 'cause I paid the penalty
You a friend of me, y'all ain't seen the enemy
of bending me but I'm on the Kennedy
When I fly in, I hope you're packing
to tear y'all niggaz in fractions

Seen the we battling all laws
Verse Three: Luchion
Y'all must really wanna die fucking wit' Sheek
This is the roof we droppin' niggaz off banzai
Goodbye, see you in your when
You come as a pussy and I fuck 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 that y'all will 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 into their groove
to move
Gleaming like they for change
But ain't no dollars down there that sack fuckin' with you
No bounce before we hit you where the lord split you
to work 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 money working for crumbs, pullin' in sums
If time don't stop why should we you light your
You work come on I got an assignment to give
year I need 97 gats, 97 cars
Swear to God this year I'm 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
What LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, 'till the death