Luyện nghe bài hát Chest To Chest

Chorus: L O X chest to chest to back
for glock mac for mac
Dope and crack is what we do things you talk about
Player around and catch a slug in ya mouth!
Verse Jadakiss
It's a he can rhyme nigga loves crime
Every late night he outside the nine
You got chips fuck the world
You got chips you can fuck the mans girl
Sounds harsh but they been apart my world
thugs can rule, and selling crack was cool
Knocked off hundred-packs, brought stacks to
No diploma, weed aroma, half coma
Know the tricks in the see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate shit 'till tasted life
Had my mom saying Jay don't waste 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 doin' sets
And when dark again, we'll let the nine's spark again
know the dogs, niggaz stay movin out the fog
And when war we ain't tryin 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 here on out we tryin to be ignored
LOX drops shit makes niggaz mop shit
You pop shit, nigga, pop clips!
Verse Two: Style
Too many 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 my heart, baby, cook me up
I'm the in your tape deck
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 dime give head
I'm the blunt three in the you take to the head
I'm that car that you snatched when you got bread
I'm spot that you got when you was runnin' from the Feds
I'm the heart of the page of book that you read
I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit that you
Styles, and mentally
Goin' for the 'cause I paid the penalty
You ain't a of me, y'all ain't seen the enemy
Thinking of bending me but I'm on the
When I fly in, I hope you're packing
Coming to tear y'all in fractions

Seen the future we all laws
Verse Three: Luchion
Y'all must really die fucking wit' Sheek Luchi
This here is the roof we niggaz off banzai
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife
You come back as a 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 linen I'm spinning with whip up
niggaz and watch they faces frown like a pit bull
The shit that we crush niggaz into their groove
Scared to
Gleaming they looking for change
But no dollars down there it's that sack fuckin' with you
No before we hit you where the good lord split you
Hustle to work you kidding me, you know the difference in the

For years too many niggaz must been dumb
Where we from, been hustling drums
Making sneaker working for crumbs, pullin' in sums
If time don't stop why should we you light spliff
You need work come on I got an 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 for this last bitch to get a little older
What LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, the motherfuckin' death