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 thinkin' they MCs
Can't get touched, well it's time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you ash and purp
Your flow wack, my flow
Got marble floors, your 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 niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc orange
Trel 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 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 he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got in the field
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and Nitty
My Maybach 2 chickens
you ain't got one? talk my language
I'm shitting on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too like Smeagol
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now a garden on your tombstone
You shit stain
teething on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my mayo
You Illinois? I'll bring the noise
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
Grammy nominated? Don't to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's levels to this boy
you basement, talk to me
You the fame? I'll take your name and that 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
Money, Blood Money
Ain't got no time for this rap
rap money, drug
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo let a nigga hit him with a ratchet
Big U let a get some matches
I'ma torch the building this La
Pull up and a nigga backwards
Light it up, smoke a nigga like a
(Gotta DMX)
through with my dogs
That chopper going walls
This beef shit? me shit
Pull up bangin' Meek shit
That monster pull up side of that Benz?

(Niggas saying 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 ain't nothin')
T I got you, don't trip, nigga!

First off lemme go on 40 again
Talk about my kids on
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
a lie like I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't make me Pac again!
You like Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Flock and them (green Light)
That mean go
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas it's a (green Light)
where my nigga died to Riverside
even your niggas know a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck and be a dead one
(Jump in the of beef, 'cause I don't like no one)
(Step behind these bars and I write not one)
(Niggas bumping lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close eyes and that light gon' come)
I don't fuck no new niggas
like to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who
heard of these niggas
Some of the of these 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 bitches, I'm taking chains
I'm Young Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start guns 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
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas talking all that shit, tough shit
Put a on like Trukfit
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga like this ass whooping
Come with me, I got hands, I got bands
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 through your set Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no
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 Four
Nigga get love, I ain't 'bout The Notebook
got killers out here, west side, they feel us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, out here
Old man and the hill is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas bring the in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga hold bread
my Pelle P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They Fuck me
I fuck with till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean
G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She from the Chi, but she shy
She ain't never met a nigga who 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 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 free Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark
OG like a car
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk a lil dirt

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