Luyện nghe bài hát Chi-Raq To LA

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Know some Hoover that's down to ride
For a homicide, when its drama
Niggas thinkin' they MCs
Can't get touched, well hammer time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I you like ash and purp
Your wack, my flow crack
Got marble floors, floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, ankle wraps
ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My 52 Orange roofs
orange coupes, Ciroc juice
Trel said all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
a real one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you heard the
If your ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of like it's all cool
Might get trapped in too
call Mally he with Big U
I be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil and baby Nitty
My Maybach cost 2
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 Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small Smeagol
I'm the mosquito
put you under the earth now it's a garden on your tombstone
You shit teenagers
barely teething on
I'll hold you the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll the noise
You ain't platinum? talk to me
Grammy nominated? Don't to me
20 Million? talk to me
It's levels to this 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 for this rap shit
Blood Money, Money
Ain't got no for this rap shit
Cash Money, Blood
Ain't got no for this rap shit
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him a ratchet
Big U let a nigga get some
I'ma the building this La Familia
Pull up and spin a backwards
Light it up, smoke a like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming through with my
That chopper going through
beef shit? That's me shit
Pull up that Meek shit
That monster truck up side of that Benz?

(Niggas ain't nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
Cash Money, Hustle like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't 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 my kids on Instagram?
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
a lie like I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like and Top and them
Have a nigga running to the cops again
all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them (green Light)
That mean go
if you see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my nigga died to
even your niggas know a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I don't no one)
(Step behind these bars and I write not one)
(Niggas they lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just your eyes and that light gon' come)
I don't fuck no new niggas
they to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who
Never heard of these
Some of the nerve of niggas
make me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm serving niggas
Yo T raw, time to murder niggas
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
yeah I'm Young Bergin' these

Ain't start making guns when 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
in on them 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
Niggas talking all fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free 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, let's go
Nigga dip through set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The
Niggas got killers out here, side, they feel us out here
Weasel and Chicago, realest 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 getting money hold your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus They Fuck with me
I with stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean
Yellow G, gave me a 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 I'm so Northside
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 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 Shark Tale
OG a car sale
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil under a lil dirt

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