Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover niggas that's to ride
For a homicide, when its drama
Niggas that they MCs
Can't get touched, well it's time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I you like ash and purp
flow wack, my flow crack
Got marble floors, your floors
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need wraps
Don't around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc orange
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 daughter ever need something, don't I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all
Might get trapped in too
Mally 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 cost 2
you got one? Don't talk my language
I'm king shitting on yo
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small Smeagol
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on tombstone
You stain teenagers
barely on hundos
hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? bring the noise
You ain't platinum? talk to me
Grammy Don't talk to me
20 Million? talk to me
It's to this shit boy
you basement, Don't to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that bitch you fall asleep with!

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

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

First off lemme go on 40 Glocc
Talk my kids on Instagram?
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You like Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch running to the cops again
all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them (green Light)
That go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my nigga to Riverside
even your niggas know a (green Light)
Better run through the red
around and be a dead 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 close your and that light gon' come)
I don't with no new niggas
like to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? who nigga?
Never heard of these
Some of the nerve of niggas
make me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, time to murder niggas
Black suburban niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' niggas

Ain't making guns when they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping
Come with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
Bring a nigga Vietnam, go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, go spam
dip through your set like Killa Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little nigga
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, feel us out here
Weasel and Chicago, realest out here
Old man and the capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga your bread
my Pelle P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They Fuck me
I fuck stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I Murderville
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of 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 I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more niggas in the Chi Jay (Chi than Jay)
I be more Chi Town 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 free J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Tale
OG a car sale
Chopper spins, you do
Lil Durk a lil dirt

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