Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know Hoover niggas that's down to ride
For a homicide, its drama time
thinkin' 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 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 Orange
orange coupes, Ciroc juice
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 niggas you heard the news
If daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like all cool
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 in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil just G5's
CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My cost 2 chickens
you ain't got Don't talk 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 swatting the
I'll put you under the now it's a garden on your tombstone
You stain teenagers
barely teething on
I'll hold you like the you are, all my whips mayo
You Illinois? I'll bring the noise
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
Grammy nominated? 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!

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

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

First off go on 40 Glocc again
about my kids on Instagram?
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I pulled out a on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like and Top and them
Have a bitch nigga to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, 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 died to Riverside
even your niggas know a (green Light)
run through the red ones
fuck and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I like no one)
(Step these bars and I don't write not one)
(Niggas they lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and light gon' come)
I don't fuck no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga?
Never of these niggas
Some of the of these niggas
Don't make me put on burgundy
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to these niggas
Black these niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
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 know 60s, I know 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
Fuck this, what's
Niggas all that 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 with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go blam no jam
Bring a nigga Vietnam, go ham
runnin' out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip through your set like Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little nigga
paper bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, 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 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, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean
Yellow G, 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 who can't die
I'm so Southside I'm so
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got niggas in the Chi than 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 it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm Barksdale in this Shark Tale
OG a car sale
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil under a lil dirt

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