Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover niggas down to ride
For a homicide, its drama time
Niggas that they MCs
Can't get touched, well hammer time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you ash and purp
Your flow wack, my crack
Got marble floors, your crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the
My niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, orange juice
said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them when you heard the news
If your daughter ever need something, don't I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like all cool
Might get trapped in too
call Mall he with Big U
I be in Bel Air, still got niggas 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 talk my
I'm king shitting on yo
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 it's a garden on your
You stain teenagers
barely on hundos
I'll 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 Don't talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's to this shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the I'll take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

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

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

First off lemme go on 40 Glocc
Talk about my kids on
Nigga wanna get his ass socked again!
a lie like I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't make me Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like and Top and them
a bitch nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and (green Light)
That go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga a (green Light)
From where my nigga died to
your niggas know it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I like no one)
(Step behind these bars and I don't not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but they like no guns)
(Just your eyes and that light gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
they to sue, no woo nigga
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who
heard of these niggas
Some of the nerve of niggas
Don't make me put on burgundy
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, to murder these niggas
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
yeah I'm Bergin' these niggas

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

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