Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover niggas down to ride
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
Your wack, my flow crack
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the
My niggas 52 roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc orange
Trel said all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
at them niggas 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
Mally Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets G5's
CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't talk my
I'm king on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up like in "Above The Rim"
You too like Smeagol
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on your
You shit teenagers
barely teething on
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my mayo
You from Illinois? I'll 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, Don't to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and weak bitch you fall asleep with!

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

(Niggas saying nothin')
Choppers 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 saying nothin')
T Raw? I got you, trip, nigga!

off lemme go on 40 Glocc again
Talk my kids on Instagram?
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie I pulled out a Glock on him
make me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch nigga to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and (green Light)
That mean go
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas it's a (green Light)
From where my nigga died to
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 these bars and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but they don't no guns)
(Just close your eyes and that gon' come)
I don't fuck 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 of these niggas
Don't make me put on burgundy
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, time to these niggas
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Bergin' these 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 like Jay
this, what's this?
Niggas talking all that shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga like this ass whooping
Come fuck me, I got hands, I got bands
Got I am what I am .45 Go blam with no jam
Bring a Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, go spam
dip through your set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little nigga
Brown paper bag, on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out
Weasel and Chicago, realest 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
Rock my P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They with me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I Murderville
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Ave I use her to kill
She from the Chi, but she shy
She ain't met a nigga 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 Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end my nigga Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but free Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Tale
OG like a car
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil under 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 done caught a Little L dog
(Man knows you)
You heard of Lil Nigga, hell nah!