Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover niggas that's down to
For a homicide, its drama time
Niggas thinkin' they MCs
Can't get touched, well it's time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I you like ash and purp
Your flow wack, my crack
Got marble floors, floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, niggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't on the jet with the strap
My 52 Orange roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc juice
said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you the news
If your daughter ever something, don't hesitate I got you
up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get trapped in too
call Mally Mall he Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got in the field
20 Million, LK real, Yeezus in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just
Free CB, H Rat, Lil and baby Nitty
My Maybach 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't my language
I'm shitting on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up like in "Above The Rim"
You too small Smeagol
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the earth now a garden on your tombstone
You shit stain
barely teething on
hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll the noise
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
Grammy nominated? talk to me
20 Million? talk to me
It's levels to this boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and weak bitch you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no time for rap shit
Blood Money, Money
Ain't got no time for rap shit
Cash Money, Money
Ain't got no for this rap shit
rap money, drug
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a
Big U let a get some matches
I'ma torch the building La Familia
Pull up and spin a nigga
Light it up, smoke a nigga like a
(Gotta DMX)
Coming with my dogs
That going through walls
beef shit? That's me shit
Pull up bangin' that Meek
monster truck pull up side of that Benz?

(Niggas saying nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
Cash Money, Family Hustle Tip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
T Raw? I got you, trip, nigga!

First off go on 40 Glocc again
Talk my kids on Instagram?
must wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I pulled out a on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch nigga to the cops again
all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them (green Light)
That mean go
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga a (green Light)
From where my died to Riverside
your niggas know it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck around and be a one
(Jump in the of beef, 'cause I don't like no one)
(Step behind these bars and I don't not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but they don't no guns)
(Just close your eyes and that gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who
Never of these niggas
Some of the of these niggas
Don't make me put on nigga
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to murder these
Black suburban niggas
I'm bitches, I'm taking chains
yeah I'm Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start making guns when they made you
no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
talking all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a on like Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I know Lil Herb, I Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that free like this ass whooping
fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go blam no jam
Bring a Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip your set like Killa Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little nigga
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
got killers out here, west side, they feel us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out
Old man and the capitol hill is out
? on the low end
all my BD niggas bring the in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold head
If you getting nigga hold your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? Fuck with me
I with stones till I OD'
69, Deuce, Marshalville I mean Murderville
G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She ain't never met a nigga who die
I'm so I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi than Ye')
I'm on the low end my nigga Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm Barksdale in this Shark Tale
OG a car sale
Chopper spins, you do
Lil under a lil dirt

(And nobody you)
Dis what they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought that was song!)
(I'm bout to you)
You caught yourself a Little L dog
(Man knows you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!