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 about
Player fuck around and a slug in ya mouth!
Verse Jadakiss
It's a shame he can rhyme nigga crime
Every late night he with the nine
You ain't got chips the world
You got you can fuck the next mans girl
Sounds harsh but they been apart my world
thugs can rule, and selling crack was cool
Knocked off hundred-packs, brought to school
No diploma, aroma, nigga 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 saying Jay waste your 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 doin' sets
And when dark again, we'll let the nine's spark again
Y'all 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 the board when I split 'em with my sword
You what you hear so nigga, press record
From here on out we ain't to be ignored
LOX drops shit that makes mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Two: Style Paniro
Too many is shaky, life is shaky
I act like this 'cause they make me, hate me
Nigga, I'm in the dictionary me up
art from my heart, baby, cook me up
I'm the crack in tape deck
I'm the on your waist that'll leave the place wet
I'm the in the safe that'll 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 car that you snatched when you first got bread
I'm that that 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 shit that you bled
Styles, physically and
Goin' for the gold 'cause I paid the
You ain't a of me, y'all ain't seen the enemy
Thinking of me but I'm on the Kennedy
When I fly in, I hope you're packing
Coming to tear y'all niggaz in

Seen the we battling all laws
Verse Three: Sheek
Y'all must really wanna die fucking Sheek Luchi
This here is the roof we droppin' niggaz off
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife
You come back as a 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 y'all will never see me sweat
in my linen when I'm spinning with whip up
Pass niggaz and watch they faces frown like a pit
The that we crush niggaz sniff into their groove
to move
Gleaming like they for change
But ain't no dollars there it's that sack fuckin' with you
No bounce before we hit you where the lord split you
Hustle to work you me, you know the difference in the cash

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