Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Chorus: L O X chest to chest back to
for glock mac for mac
Dope and crack is what we sling do you talk about
Player fuck and catch a slug in ya mouth!
Verse One:
It's a shame he can rhyme nigga crime
Every night he outside with the nine
You ain't got 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 selling crack was
Knocked off hundred-packs, brought stacks to
No diploma, weed aroma, half coma
Know the tricks in the class see my ass on the
You ain't ate 'till y'all tasted life
Had my mom saying Jay waste your life
But me and my ace is moving base at night
Lace your nights, you see jet
I'll meet you on the corner in the park doin'
And when it's dark again, we'll let the nine's spark
know the dogs, niggaz stay movin 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 fear what you hear so nigga, press
From on out we ain't tryin to be ignored
LOX drops shit that makes mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Verse Two: Style
Too niggaz is shaky, life is shaky
I act like this 'cause they make me, probably me
Nigga, I'm in the look me up
Express art from my heart, baby, me up
I'm the crack in your tape
I'm the burner on your waist that'll the place wet
I'm the money in the that'll pay the case debt
I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these bitches give head
I'm the blunt three in the morning you to the head
I'm that car that you snatched when you first got
I'm that spot that you got when you was from the Feds
I'm the heart of the page of 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 ain't the enemy
Thinking of bending me but I'm on the
When I fly back in, I hope you're
Coming to tear niggaz in fractions

Seen the future we battling all
Three: Sheek Luchion
Y'all must really wanna die fucking wit' Sheek
This here is the we droppin' niggaz off banzai
Goodbye, see you in your when
You come as a pussy and I fuck you again
come not from teks, it comes from niggaz who write checks
To get y'all little out of big debts
paper, I'm sure that y'all 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 crush niggaz sniff into groove
to move
Gleaming they looking for change
But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack fuckin' you
No bounce before we hit you where the good lord you
Hustle to work you kidding me, you the difference in the cash

For years too many niggaz must been dumb
Where we from, been hustling drums
Making 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 to give
This year I 97 gats, 97 cars
Swear to God this year I'm fuck 97 stars
And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my
I'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little
What LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, 'till the motherfuckin'