Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Chorus: L O X to chest back to back
Glock for 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 ain't got chips fuck the
You got you can fuck the next mans girl
harsh but they been ripped apart my world
Where thugs can rule, and crack was cool
Knocked off hundred-packs, brought 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 saying Jay don't waste life
But me and my ace is moving base at night
Lace nights, you see Narc's jet
I'll meet you on the corner in the park sets
And when it's again, we'll let the nine's spark again
know the dogs, niggaz stay movin out the fog
And when it's war we ain't to call on the Lord
I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em my sword
You what you hear so nigga, press record
From on out we ain't tryin to be ignored
LOX drops shit that makes mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Two: Style Paniro
Too many niggaz is shaky, life is
I act like this 'cause they me, probably hate me
Nigga, I'm in the dictionary me up
Express art my heart, baby, cook me up
I'm the in your tape deck
I'm the burner on your waist that'll leave the 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 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 you was runnin' from the Feds
I'm the heart of the page of that book you read
I'm the ground absorbed all that shit that you bled
Styles, and mentally
Goin' for the 'cause I paid the penalty
You ain't a friend of me, y'all seen the enemy
of bending me but I'm on the Kennedy
When I fly in, I hope you're packing
Coming to tear niggaz in fractions

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

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