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
Niggas thinkin' they MCs
Can't get touched, well hammer time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you like ash and
Your flow wack, my crack
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these broke, need ankle wraps
Don't around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
orange coupes, Ciroc juice
said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
a real 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 like it's all cool
Might get in Vegas 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 echelon, no Lil Jets just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil and baby Nitty
My Maybach cost 2
you ain't got one? Don't my language
I'm king on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small like
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the earth now it's a on your tombstone
You stain teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll bring the
You ain't platinum? talk to me
nominated? Don't talk to me
20 Million? talk to me
It's levels to this boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you asleep with!

got no time for this rap shit
Blood Money, Cash
Ain't got no time for this rap
Cash Money, Blood
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 nigga get some
I'ma torch the this La Familia
Pull up and spin a nigga
Light it up, a nigga like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming with my dogs
That going through walls
This beef shit? That's me
up bangin' that Meek shit
That monster truck up side of that Benz?

(Niggas saying nothin')
Choppers 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 lemme go on 40 Glocc
Talk about my kids on
must wanna 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 running to the cops again
It's all 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 my nigga died to Riverside
even your niggas know a (green Light)
Better run the red ones
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 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
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who
Never of these niggas
Some of the of these niggas
Don't me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to murder niggas
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' niggas

Ain't start making guns when made you nigga
Ain't no but I'll K you nigga
And I Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
this, what's this?
Niggas talking all that fuck shit, tough
Put a on like Trukfit
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, nigga free like this ass whooping
fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go blam no jam
a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, go spam
Nigga dip through set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM with no
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen
Hit a 300 my little nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
Niggas got out here, west side, they 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 bring the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga hold your
my Pelle P like L.E.D.
them Boys? They Fuck with me
I with stones till I OD'
69, Deuce, Marshalville I mean Murderville
Yellow G, me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She from the Chi, but she shy
She never met a nigga who can't 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 than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in Shark Tale
OG like a car
Chopper spins, you do
Lil under a lil dirt

(And nobody you)
Dis what they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought was Future's song!)
(I'm to show you)
You done yourself a Little L dog
(Man nobody you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!