Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover niggas that's down to
For a homicide, when its time
Niggas that they MCs
Can't get touched, it's hammer time
Who the fuck is Lil
I dust you ash and purp
flow wack, my flow crack
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need ankle
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc 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 daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues it's all cool
Might get trapped in 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
CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My Maybach 2 chickens
you got one? Don't talk 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 like
I'm swatting the
put you under the earth now it's a garden on your tombstone
You shit teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips
You from I'll bring the noise
You ain't platinum? talk to me
Grammy nominated? talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's levels to this boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the I'll 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 time for rap shit
Money, Blood Money
Ain't got no time for rap shit
rap money, drug
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo let a nigga hit him with a ratchet
Big U let a nigga get some
torch the building this La Familia
Pull up and spin a backwards
Light it up, smoke a nigga a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming through with my
That chopper through walls
This shit? That's me shit
up bangin' that Meek shit
That monster truck up side of that Benz?

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

First off go on 40 Glocc again
Talk about my on Instagram?
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I out a Glock on him
make me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch nigga running to the cops
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's 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, I don't like no one)
(Step behind these and I don't write not one)
(Niggas they lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close 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 Nowitzki? who nigga?
Never of these niggas
of the nerve of these niggas
Don't make me put on nigga
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to these niggas
suburban these niggas
I'm bitches, I'm taking chains
yeah I'm Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start making guns they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Pirus, niggas down to die too
in on them 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
this, what's this?
Niggas talking all that fuck shit, tough
Put a nigga on like
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
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 Vietnam, let's go ham
runnin' 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 with my nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, feel us out here
Like and Chicago, realest out here
Old man and the capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD bring the dope in
And BdD twins up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga hold bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They Fuck me
I with stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean
G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't 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 than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but free Bump J
4Ch but I'm Barksdale in this Shark Tale
OG a car sale
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk under a lil

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