Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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

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

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

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

Ain't start making guns they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on west and the of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
this, what's this?
Niggas talking all fuck shit, tough shit
Put a on like Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free this ass whooping
fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go
dip through your set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little Sosa
Brown bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out
Like and Chicago, realest out here
Old man and the capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas bring the in
And BdD twins locked up in the and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you money nigga hold your bread
Rock my P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They with me
I fuck with 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 who can't die
I'm so Southside I'm so
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi than Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark
OG a car sale
Chopper spins, you do
Lil Durk a lil dirt

(And nobody you)
Dis ain't they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I that was Future's song!)
(I'm to show you)
You caught yourself a Little L dog
(Man nobody you)
You of Lil Durk? Nigga, hell nah!